After-Hours Joint

Old Johnny Law on Oak Street had an after hours spot
There the smooth-legged girls will do ya for free
At your job, get off the clock, at thirty after three
So quick, find a seat
You can sit by the jukebox, you can sit by the stairs
And if you go up, they got a shooting gallery up there
And a blackout pinball, that motherfucker don't tilt
Take a slug of twenty-twenty, roll up that $50 bill
'Cause Irene's got some toot
At least she looks like a shit
You can fall out of your chair, if you're laughing too hard
Lay your pistol on a table, bet your bullets playing cards
'cause it just don't matter once that door gets locked
No, it just don't matter once that door gets locked
Old Johnny Law on Oak Street's got an aftеr hours spot
You enter from the allеy with a two-grab knock
And if you're walking around back there
And you see a cruiser or a cop
You just keep right on walking, take your ass on down the block
And when you come on in, you leave your attitude at the door
'Cause it's the middle of the night
Don't want to hear that stuff no more
Take a slug of twenty-twenty, roll up that $50 bill
'Cause Irene's got some cocaine
At least she looks like a shit