Текст песни mitchell joni - The Drycleaner From Des Moines
mitchell joni - The Drycleaner From Des Moines слова песни
I`m down to a roll of dimesI`m stalking the slot that`s hotI keep hearing bells all around meJingling in the lucky jackpotsThey keep you tantalizedThey keep you reaching for your walletHere in fools` paradise!I talked to a cat from Des MoinesHe said he ran a cleaning plantThat cat was clanking with coinWell, he must have had a genie in a lamp`cause every time--I dropped a dime--I blew itHe kept ringing bellsNothing to it!He got three orangesThree lemonsThree cherriesThree plumsI`m losing my taste for fruitWatching the dry cleaner do itLike Midas in a polyester suitIt`s all luck!It`s just luck!You get a little lucky and you make a little money!I followed him down the stripHe picked out a booth at Circus Circuswhere the cowgirls fill the roomWith their big balloonsThe Cleaner was pitching with purpose!He had Dinos and Pooh BearsAnd lions--pink and blue thereHe couldn`t lose there!Des Moines was stacking the chipsRaking off the tablesRinging the bandit`s bellsThis is a story that`s a drag to tell(In some ways)Since I lost every dimeI laid on the lineBut the cleaner from Des MoinesCould put a coinIn the door of a JohnAnd get twenty for oneIt`s just luck!