The Flex and the Buff Result

Well, the chainsmoker, he called the stockbroker He said, "hell I hate to sell, we've been doing really well But I need a little liquidity, you know I think they might be onto me" You see we all went down to meet that guy with the eyepatch And I was nervous, I was nauseous, I was dripping wet with heat rash And the stark bar's filled with cardsharks and the carparks they get so dark And the false starts make me jumpy and those chicks were just so dumpy And those pimps with the shrimps from the Blimpie up on 5th Street I should've known that no one clean would ever lie down quite that easy Finally the guy with the eyepatch arrives He was dripping wet with Gin Fizz He was half dead and dynamite With the needle-marked arms like the frontman in some grunge band A big straw hat and a liquid orange suntan He cooled himself off with a Japanese hand-fan Motioned for silence and then he began, he said: "You know this clown they call the Nightclub Dwight He's got a place called the Nice, Nice that he won rolling dice dice Dwight likes the lights, he likes roaming the foam Now Dwight's never home now that Dwight's got a jones Dwight was pretty nice when he took out that loan from us Now Dwight don't got the courtesy to pick up the phone for us" Made a joke, he leaned in close and then he spoke, he said: "I want Nightclub Dwight dead in his grave I want the Nice, Nice up in blazes"