Can't you just see it? A smoky room, dimly lit except for the bright lights above the pool tables. There's Lucy standing by the jukebox. She's watching every move Jimmy makes. Jimmy looks her over between shots. And then...
Lyrics
Eight Ball
Copyright 2019 Dana Clark
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
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
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
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
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
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