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