Cocaine Blues - The Holy Modal Rounders

Jimmy was frightened of them, naturally

Crash took it all in his stride, he said

«Gosh, Crash, th-th-they're so large, so, so huge!»

«Don't worry, Jimmy, I’ll protect you»

And then, well, the fat cows turned to Crash and said

«How ya doin' big boy?»

Crash took it in his stride and said

«Bend over boy»

Baby in the cradle down in New Orleans

Doctor kept a-whippin' 'til the baby got mean

Doctor kept a-whippin' 'til the baby got sore

«I believe,» he said, «she can’t smell no more»

I said go, doctor, ring the bell

The women in the alley

I’m simply wild about my good cocaine

Now the furnitur man came to my house

It was last Sunday morn

He askd me, was my wife at home?

I told him no, she’s long been gone

He backed his truck up to my house

Took everything I had

And he carried it back to the furniture store

Lordy, I do feel sad

I call my Cora, Cora

Cora comes sniffin' with her nose all sore

Oh baby, I believe she said she couldn’t smell no more

I said go, doctor, ring the bell

The women in the alley

I’m simply wild about my good cocaine

What?

Oh, uh

What in the world does any man need?

Tell me mister furniture man

I’ll pay you back, you know I really will

And you certainly know I can

You’ll take everything in a poor man’s house

From a skillet to a frying pan

If there ever was a devil without any horns

It must have been a furniture man

I call my Cora, Cora

Cora comes sniffin' with her nose all sore

Poor baby, I believe she said she couldn’t smell no more

I said go run, doctor, ring the bell

The women in the alley

I’m simply wild about my good cocaine

Oh, Cora, Cora

Doctor kept a-whippin' 'til the baby got sore

I believe he said she couldn’t smell no more

I said go run, doctor, ring the bell

The women in the alley

I’m simply wild about my good cocaine