Downtown
In the pinball arcade
With his head full of pool hall pitches
and songs from the Hit Parade
he'd be singing "Bye, bye love"
while he's racking up his free play
Let those Rock N Roll choir boys
come and carry us away

-Joni Mitchell-

He knows all the under-riders on the boulevard
They got to barefoot cruise when it's forty-weight hard
They look particularly dead-beat
Permanently pale
Cecil picks up his butcher knife
Waves it at the jail
The kid say, "I ain't got no dough, Joe, I just want some o.j"
I said, "Don't look at me" (Cuz he was lookin' my way)
Cecil wink upon him some juice and some green
And the kid walks over and puts the quarter in the pinball machine

And he says, "Come on, Cec, gimme a dollar
Come on Cecil gimme five
I'm in a half-way house on a one-way street
And I'm a quarter past left alive"

-Rickie Lee Jones-