Dana Clark Music

EIGHT BALL

Copyright 2013 Dana Clark

 

Saturday night downtown pool hall. Jimmy's lining up a shot

Saturday night, racking eight ball. Hustle you for all you got

Squinting through the smoke of his cigar, his fedora tilted low

Jimmy's looking out for an easy mark. One that's got a lotta dough

One that's got a lotta dough

 

He'll put the eight ball in the corner pocket

Hey boys won't you look at this

Eight ball in the corner pocket

Five'll get you ten that he won't miss

Five'll get you ten that he won't miss

Ooo—I betcha he won't miss

 

Lucy's got the hots for Jimmy, and she don't care who knows it

Lucy calls the shots for Jimmy and she giggles when he blows it

Standing by the juke box with a dime, checking out the rhythm and blues

Jimmy's kinda giving her the eye while he's chalking up his cue

He's chalking up his cue

 

He'll put the eight ball in the corner pocket

Hey boys won't you look at this

Eight ball in the corner pocket

Five'll get you ten that he won't miss

Five'll get you ten that he won't miss

Oh, that boy just can't resist

 

Stranger strutted in one night, like he thought he was cool

The game he played was outa sight. He made Jimmy look like a fool

But when Lucy tried to catch his eye, he choked up on the eight

Jimmy got hot in the nick of time. You know he didn't hesitate

 

He put the eight ball in the corner pocket

Hey boys won't you look at this

Eight ball in the corner pocket

Five'll get you ten that he won't miss

Five'll get you ten that he won't miss

Ooo, Lucy's giving him a kiss

 

Eight ball in the corner pocket

You know he can't resist

And he won't miss

And Lucy's giving him a kiss