"Tony's Tank-Up Drive-In Cafe" lyrics - HANK THOMPSON

HANK THOMPSON
"Tony's Tank-Up Drive-In Cafe"

Well the smoke in here is like the L.A. smog
And the jukebox is ten years old
They got a pinball machine that pays off in nickels
And posters saying down with the rock & roll
A picture of beer only cost you a dollar
The deviled eggs and the pickles are free
And on Saturday night when they get it all right
It's home sweet home to me

They got a bouncer that boxed in the golden gloves
So you hardly ever see a fight
They got a cocktail waitress that could be in the movies
And bingo for the family every Monday night
It's the swingingest joint from L.A. to Vegas
If you're ever there you'll agree
It's called Tonys Tank-Up Drive-In Cafe
It's home sweet home to me

[Guitar]

Now Tony's got a scar over his left eye
That he didn't get in Sunday school
There's a room in the room in the back for the local hustlers
Who's only source of income is shooting pool
I highly recommend it to the rich or poor
If excitement is your cup of tea
Go to Tonys Tank-Up Drive-In Cafe
And have yourself a drink on me

They got a cover special that's free with a fill-up
And all the latest 8-track tapes
Free showers and towels and bunks for overnighters
And the doll make you wake-up calls from 6:00 to 8:00
You name it they got it, if they don't they'll get it
If it falls between A and Z
That's Tonys Tank-Up Drive-In Cafe
A place that means the world to me