Song parody of
A Sweet Little Bullet From a Pretty Blue Gun
by Tom Waits
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Well it's raining, it's pouring
You didn't bring a sweater
Nebraska'll never let you come back home
Now on Hollywood and Vine
By the Thrifty Mart sign
Any night I'll be willin' to bet
There's a young girl
With sweet little dreams and pretty blue wishes
Standin' there just gettin' all wet
Now there's a place off the drag
Called the Gilbert Hotel
And there's a couple letters
Burned out in the sign
And it's better than a bus stop
They do good business every time it rains
For little girls with nothing in their jeans
But pretty blue wishes and sweet little jeans
And it's raining it's pouring
The old man is snoring
Now I lay me down to sleep
I hear the sirens in the street
All my dreams are made of chrome
I have no way to get back home
I'd rather die before I wake
Like Marilyn Monroe
And you could throw my dreams out in the street
And let the rain make 'em grow
Now the night clerk he got a club foot
He's heard every hard luck story
At least a hundred times or more
He says: check out time is 10 am
And that's just what it means
Go on up the stairs
With sweet little wishes and pretty blue dreams
And it's raining it's pouring
And Hollywood's just fine
Swindle a little girl out of her dreams
Another letter in the sign
Now never trust a scarecrow wearin' shades after dark
Be careful of that old bow tie he wears
It takes a sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun
To put those scarlet ribbons in your hair
No that ain't no cherry bomb
Fourth of July's all done
Just some fool playin' that second line
From the barrel of a pretty blue gun
No that ain't no cherry bomb
Fourth of July's all done
Just some fool playin' that second line
From the barrel of a pretty blue gun
Well it's raining, it's pouring
You didn't bring a sweater
Nebraska'll never let you come back home
Now on Hollywood and Vine
By the Thrifty Mart sign
Any night I'll be willin' to bet
There's a young girl
With sweet little dreams and pretty blue wishes
Standin' there just gettin' all wet
Now there's a place off the drag
Called the Gilbert Hotel
And there's a couple letters
Burned out in the sign
And it's better than a bus stop
They do good business every time it rains
For little girls with nothing in their jeans
But pretty blue wishes and sweet little jeans
And it's raining it's pouring
The old man is snoring
Now I lay me down to sleep
I hear the sirens in the street
All my dreams are made of chrome
I have no way to get back home
I'd rather die before I wake
Like Marilyn Monroe
And you could throw my dreams out in the street
And let the rain make 'em grow
Now the night clerk he got a club foot
He's heard every hard luck story
At least a hundred times or more
He says: check out time is 10 am
And that's just what it means
Go on up the stairs
With sweet little wishes and pretty blue dreams
And it's raining it's pouring
And Hollywood's just fine
Swindle a little girl out of her dreams
Another letter in the sign
Now never trust a scarecrow wearin' shades after dark
Be careful of that old bow tie he wears
It takes a sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun
To put those scarlet ribbons in your hair
No that ain't no cherry bomb
Fourth of July's all done
Just some fool playin' that second line
From the barrel of a pretty blue gun
No that ain't no cherry bomb
Fourth of July's all done
Just some fool playin' that second line
From the barrel of a pretty blue gun
