well the chainsmoker he called the stockbroker   he said hell i hate to sell we've been doin 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 naseous i was drippin 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 shoulda known that no one clean would ever lie down quite that easy      finally the guy with the eyepatch arrives, he was drippin 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 handfan   motioned for silence and then he began, he said      you know this clown they call the night club dwight   he's got a place called the nice nice that he won rollin dice dice   dwight likes the lights he likes roamin 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 and leaned in close and then he spoke, he said   i want night club dwight dead in his grave   i want the nice nice up in blazes