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Old Zack Adams sits a slouch’n so sloppy drunk on a bar-room stool, Wear’n his cheap-threaded cowboy suit and a stained satin shirt. All the while a peek’n and a leer’n at women like an old poor fool, But think’n man tonight—Oh Boy, I’m really gonna hit the pay dirt! Old Zack in this small Texas town is reputed to be quite a lecherous hoot, As he raucously and recklessly rolls old worn quarters into the slot Of the old bar-room Wurlitzer while snicker’n and smil’n to boot, And plays his tearful and twangy jerk-water music while smil’n a lot! Old Zack is this town’s “Jukebox Gigolo,” a real lover boy—Oh Boy! He wears his patched cowboy hat and his scuffed silver-studded boots, Meant to impress young girls and bar-fly floozies who have the Joy! Of being with this bewildering, withered, weathered man and his boots. Old Zack has a fad’n recollection of events and a silver mane of hair, With a cigarette in his hand and cuss’n like a nasty little stable boy, He downs whiskey shots and tequila seconds like no tomorrow on a dare, While chas’n whiskey glass ice cubes and the tequila worm—being so coy. Old Zack while a swigg’n down his whiskey mucho fast and direct, He has now that blind courage to fight or to love—whichever is first, While the old Wurlitzer resonates a rueful hick song for a teary effect, But Old Zack can’t move now for this song has him sobb’n the very worst. Old Zack with his nicotine-whiskey breath and his pockmarked face, Personifies the image of an ideal loser of a man—with problems all, While fight’n, scream’n, and punch’n others to gain some precious space, He’s a showcas’n his reservoir of manly prowess—with problems all. Old Zack was young once and not so wild, withered, weathered like now, And he thought he was a really smart dude—all right moves and all, But was really a man act’n far above his funny fake smart brow, And now a cry’n on his bar-room stool and act’n like a fool before a fall. Old Zack Adams—alcoholic as he truly is and sly and slick as a Texas fox, Is not really so good with his women friends nowadays—for his real talent Is in roll’n those old worn quarters pieces one-by-one into the old Jukebox, Sing’n—“I’m the Jukebox Gigolo”—“a Drunk and a Delight,” that’s real talent! Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (October 7, 2014) (Rhymed Quatrain)

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Jukebox Gigolo

Old Zack Adams sits a slouch’n so sloppy drunk on a bar-room stool, Wear’n his cheap-threaded cowboy suit and a stained satin shirt. All the while a peek’n and a leer’n at women like an old poor fool, But think’n man tonight—Oh Boy, I’m really gonna hit the pay dirt! Old Zack in this small Texas town is reputed to be quite a lecherous hoot, As he raucously and recklessly rolls old worn quarters into the slot Of the old bar-room Wurlitzer while snicker’n and smil’n to boot, And plays his tearful and twangy jerk-water music while smil’n a lot! Old Zack is this town’s “Jukebox Gigolo,” a real lover boy—Oh Boy! He wears his patched cowboy hat and his scuffed silver-studded boots, Meant to impress young girls and bar-fly floozies who have the Joy! Of being with this bewildering, withered, weathered man and his boots. Old Zack has a fad’n recollection of events and a silver mane of hair, With a cigarette in his hand and cuss’n like a nasty little stable boy, He downs whiskey shots and tequila seconds like no tomorrow on a dare, While chas’n whiskey glass ice cubes and the tequila worm—being so coy. Old Zack while a swigg’n down his whiskey mucho fast and direct, He has now that blind courage to fight or to love—whichever is first, While the old Wurlitzer resonates a rueful hick song for a teary effect, But Old Zack can’t move now for this song has him sobb’n the very worst. Old Zack with his nicotine-whiskey breath and his pockmarked face, Personifies the image of an ideal loser of a man—with problems all, While fight’n, scream’n, and punch’n others to gain some precious space, He’s a showcas’n his reservoir of manly prowess—with problems all. Old Zack was young once and not so wild, withered, weathered like now, And he thought he was a really smart dude—all right moves and all, But was really a man act’n far above his funny fake smart brow, And now a cry’n on his bar-room stool and act’n like a fool before a fall. Old Zack Adams—alcoholic as he truly is and sly and slick as a Texas fox, Is not really so good with his women friends nowadays—for his real talent Is in roll’n those old worn quarters pieces one-by-one into the old Jukebox, Sing’n—“I’m the Jukebox Gigolo”—“a Drunk and a Delight,” that’s real talent! Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (October 7, 2014) (Rhymed Quatrain)