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The Artful Dodger (Victor Feldman) · The Artful Dodger (Ian Hunter) · The Artful Dodger (Ian Hunter)


How ya doin', all right?

I-I-I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with you
Drool, drool, drool, nearly fell off me stool

I hope you fancy
Underneath the moon and the stars
Same ones that we all knew
Back in 1952

And if you wanna know
Where a local boy like me is coming from
3rd base, Dodger
How ya doin', all right?

I-I-I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with you
Drool, drool, drool, nearly fell off me stool

I hope you fancy
In his diamond-studded jaw.
And he never was much bothered
By the process of the law.

Well, I hired to Diamond Joe, boys,
I did offer him my
me back to when I was a kid.
We proudly wore those uniforms,
Just like the Dodger's did.
Yeah, we won a few and lost a few,
And for me it still
let's use this as wisely as possible. 
Everybody got someone they call home. 
Out at Dodger Stadium. It's the bottom of the seventh, the Dodgers are
shinin that's fo sho/bitch I'm clean that's all I know and I'm ridin in the drop real slow/bitch I'm clean that's all I know when I pass by watch they
me back to when I was a kid.
We proudly wore those uniforms,
Just like the Dodger's did.
Yeah, we won a few and lost a few,
And for me it still
Anything for you!!


[DODGER (spoken)]

Dance, Nancy.


[NANCY (spoken)]

Oh, alright, Dodge. c'mon boys!

1-2-3...


[FAGIN]

Would you rob
lieutenant
Would you put my photo on your piano?
To Maryjane
Best wishes, Martin.
(Old Roger draft-dodger
Leavin' by the basement door),
Everybody knows
Jane.....best wishes to Martin...
Ooooh South California
Oh Roger draft dodger
Leavin by the basement door
Everybody knows what he's tippe-toein'

Down there for
a sound when they called action

I swear that man was womankind's first husband
They all died in a line to save him
I'm a steady hand, I'm a Dodger's
(Chorus)

J's at my door, I got money on the floor (repeat 3x)
I'm a million dollar nigga on the muthafuckin low
I got money on the floor (repeat 8x)
mine every night about a quarter past three

There is a memory that lives and breathes
And flows through my veins like a good drug
The thought of your
In the pay of Diamond Joe.

Now his bread it was corn dodger
And his meat you couldn't chaw.
Nearly drove me crazy
With the waggin' of his jaw.
me back to when I was a kid.
We proudly wore those uniforms,
Just like the Dodger's did.
Yeah, we won a few and lost a few,
And for me it still
In the pay of Diamond Joe.

Now his bread it was corn dodger
And his meat you couldn't chaw,
Nearly drove me crazy
With the waggin' of his jaw.
was corn dodger
And his meat you couldn't chaw
Nearly drove me crazy
With the wagging of his jaw

And the telling of his story
Mean to let you know
That
on TV
Takes me back to when I was a kid
We proudly wore those uniforms
Just like the Dodgers did
Yeah we won a few and lost a few
And for me it still goes
home with the phone lines wired
Worked to tight, midnight rider
Three a.m. pull up right beside ya
I live with bats like I'm a fuckin' Dodger
In the pay of Diamond Joe.

Now his bread it was corn dodger
And his meat you couldn't chaw,
Nearly drove me crazy
With the wagging of his jaw.
Think about the places we've had our little fun
In the church at Christmas, busted by that nun
Then in that museum, beneath the mastodon
Stating
Cause you're body might wash up by the courts at Venice Beach,
Ain't shit sweet but my Swisher, ain't shit buzzin' but my liquor,
Cali chickens got
Well, I'm a jitterbug boy, by the shoe-shine
Resting on my laurels and my hardys too
Life of Riley on a swing shift, gears follow my drift
Once
In the pay of Diamond Joe.

Now his bread it was corn dodger
And his meat you couldn't chaw,
Nearly drove me crazy
With the waggin' of his jaw.