Preachin' the Pearl Street Blues

Mr. Charlie is on the front stoop...
Watching the action on the road.
Fat Ass M'Shel and ditzy Peaches
are discussing the finer points of cop and blow

The ox is in the cotton...
The skag is hardening in the spoon.
Peggy is pickin' at her scabs...
and is howlin' at the moon!!!

Don't mean to preach at cha but soon I'll be preachin' the blues...
your soul's has left your coffin and there's mud all on my shoes.

The chickenheads are scractchin'...
at the asphalt on street;
the johns are very nervous...
tryin' hard to be discreet.

But Johnny Law's a cruisin..
.umpire to this ballin' game...
Get caught stealin' bases 
it will really be a shame!!

For a good time you got to pay the Devil his due..
Just turn right off MLK and get some Pearl Street Blues

I remember bo'legged Natashka,
When she was fresh on the block...
When she answered her old man's room door
In only a pair rainbowed thigh high socks.

With her high sheen brown skin...
and her body built for lust...
But her old man kicked her ass out
And her beauty turned to dust.

Asked Mr. Charlie, "When was the last time Lil' Bo'Leg came through?"
He just said "Son, there's just no cure for the Pearl Street Blues"!