Dana Clark Music

Eight Ball
Copyright 2019 Dana Clark

VERSE: Saturday night downtown pool hall. Jimmy's lining up a shot 
Saturday night, racking eight ball. Hustle you for all you got 
Squinting through the smoke of his cigar, his fedora tilted low 
Jimmy's looking out for an easy mark. One that's got a lotta dough
One that's got a lotta dough 

CHORUS: He'll put the eight ball in the corner pocket 
Hey, boys, won't you look at this 
Eightball in the corner pocket 
Five'll get you ten that he won't miss 
Five'll get you ten that he won't miss 
Ooo—I betcha he won't miss 

VERSE: Lucy's got the hots for Jimmy, and she don't care who knows it 
Lucy calls the shots for Jimmy and she giggles when he blows it 
Standing by the juke-box with a dime, checking out the rhythm and blues 
Jimmy's kinda giving her the eye while he's chalking up his cue 
He's chalking up his cue 

CHORUS: He'll put the eight ball in the corner pocket 
Hey, boys, won't you look at this 
Eightball in the corner pocket 
Five'll get you ten that he won't miss 
Five'll get you ten that he won't miss 
Oh, that boy just can't resist 

VERSE: Stranger strutted in one night, like he thought he was cool 
The game he played was outa sight. He made Jimmy look like a fool 
But when Lucy tried to catch his eye, he choked up on the eight 
Jimmy got hot in the nick of time. You know he didn't hesitate 

CHORUS: He put the eight ball in the corner pocket 
Hey, boys, won't you look at this 
Eightball in the corner pocket 
Five'll get you ten that he won't miss 
Five'll get you ten that he won't miss 
Ooo, Lucy's giving him a kiss 

Eightball in the corner pocket 
He won't miss 
And he can't resist 
And Lucy's giving him a kiss