Deadbeat Daddy from Talking Turkey by The Desert Turkeys

DEAD BEAT DADDY

Drifting out the dance hall into the cool night air
smoke and saxophone music
dead beat daddy on the basement stairs
raised on the devil’s music born to this rambling life
bend those sharps and hit those flats
wail into the night

gentle on my heart strings
every shade of a blue moon
she was a goddess herself sweet mother Mary of Jesus
why, the devil has all the best tunes

she could tear the wings off an angel
a dance for every cat house song
she could shred your hearts to ribbons boys
five bars in and solid gone

shaking like a set of bone china
a match to a petrol can
she’s my junkyard angel
and I’m her junkjazz man
junkjazz man

I want a gold ring for every finger
her tattoo on the back of my hand
shaking like loose silver
a piece of shrapnel in the heart of a junkjazz man

gentle on my heart strings
every shade of a blue moon
she was a goddess herself sweet mother Mary of Jesus
why the devil has all the best tunes

tell me why, why, why
all the best tunes

• Alternative
• Spanish jazz
• rhythm and blues
• semi-acoustic
• Folkestone