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Albums:

Monsters of Rock Presents: Pinball Wizard [Musical Tribute to the Who] (Monsters of Rock) · Mystic Pinball (John Hiatt) · Mystic Pinball (John Hiatt) · Mystic Pinball (John Hiatt) · Pinball Wizards: The Collection (The Who) · Hot Pinball Rock, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Pinball Wizard, and More from Tommy (The Broadway Performers) · Mystic Pinball (John Hiatt) · Pinball Wizard (Glee)


silver toed high heeled boots and a big old horseshoe diamond ring
Hung his big white Stetson hat on the rack by the pinball machine
He walked up
age

(Refrain:)
Then the beer it turned to whiskey
The barmaid ran a tab
You can hit freefall until last call
when you're traveling by cab
climbed up in that cab where I
Knew it'd be warm at the wheel
Well at the wheel sat a big man
I'd have to say he must of weighed 210
The way he stuck
he stiffed a waitress, and ran out on his tab
Big Mac had a heart attack in the back of a Yellow Cab
By the time the sound of the siren said
In san francisco you can be mayor at 18
But ya gotta be 26 to drive a cab

What goes on
Is not what we're told to see

Patrick henry said "Give me
the sheets feel cold and lonely
Who wants to brave the pouring rain
For a glass of French champagne
Grab a cab, grab a cab, and baby, come right by

But
climbed up in that cab where I
Knew it'd be warm at the wheel
Well at the wheel sat a big man
I'd have to say he must of weighed 210
The way he stuck
If you step on the lawn I keep the foot
Peep, in the pot go 6 degrees of cooked geese
Boiling, blitz the beach of mushed peas
Over 10 meat hooks
could
Install satellite
Rascal Flattin'all night
King cab, bass tubes
Stop light, boom-boom
Five days, all week
Two jobs so he can

Bob that head
Every
so he could
Install satellite
Rascal Flattin'all night
King cab, bass tubes
Stop light, boom-boom
Five days, all week
Two jobs so he can
whattup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
N**** I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my
whattup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
N**** I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my
number
The rumors was so numerous
For sticking by me I had to give you two thumbs up
And that's why

[Chorus: x2]
number
The rumors was so numerous
For sticking by me I had to give you two thumbs up
And that's why

[Chorus: x2]
North Carolina
not an hour from her home town
and we used to play the same pizza parlor pinball

and there's a glance in time suspended as I wonder
It's the end of the night 
I want to know you
Get the phone, call a cab, and take you home, yeah
I think there's something you should know
I'll
sleepwalked out of my apartment
And went berzerk?"

[Aesop Rock]
In slipped rhythm
Fed a cycle bound by dilemma-debting vendetta
Escaped briefly back to my
a gypsy-cab, takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Some will sleep tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge

I'm gonna make it by any
cab seat
Keep his eyes on the rails ahead;

While ten cars back in the empty box
The lonely hobo sighed
For the days of old and his pal so cold
cab seat
Keep his eyes on the rails ahead

While ten cars back in the empty box
The lonely hobo sighed
For the days of old and his pal so cold
Was
respect the game
I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane
And Islam, masters and shakras? and beyond
Think about the hustle and somehow I see by
But
of the past)
Hail the new puritan!
Righteous maelstrom
Cook one!

And all hardcore fiends will die by me
And all decadent sins will reap discipline
New
of dreams
With tall buildings, flooded with cabs and limousines
Where the fuck is Jay-Z
Goddamn traffic is gettin on my nerve
I see your face by the curb
flooded with cabs and limousines
Where the fuck is Jay-Z
(God damn traffic is getting on my nerve)
(I see your face by the curb)
Goddamn dog I been
cupcakes and puts on her jumper 
Explains that she'll be late to a worrying mother, 
She meets me in Piccadilly. 
A begging folk singer stands tall by