"The Flex And The Buff Result" lyrics - LIFTER PULLER

Well, the chainsmoker, he called the stockbroker
He said, "hell I hate to sell, we've been doing really well
But I need a little liquidity, you know I think they might be onto me"

You see we all went down to meet that guy with the eyepatch
And I was nervous, I was nauseous, I was dripping wet with heat rash
And the stark bar's filled with cardsharks and the carparks they get so dark
And the false starts make me jumpy and those chicks were just so dumpy
And those pimps with the shrimps from the Blimpie up on 5th Street
I should've known that no one clean would ever lie down quite that easy

Finally the guy with the eyepatch arrives
He was dripping wet with Gin Fizz
He was half dead and dynamite
With the needle-marked arms like the frontman in some grunge band
A big straw hat and a liquid orange suntan
He cooled himself off with a Japanese hand-fan
Motioned for silence and then he began, he said:

"You know this clown they call the Nightclub Dwight
He's got a place called the Nice, Nice that he won rolling dice dice
Dwight likes the lights, he likes roaming the foam
Now Dwight's never home now that Dwight's got a jones
Dwight was pretty nice when he took out that loan from us
Now Dwight don't got the courtesy to pick up the phone for us"

Made a joke, he leaned in close and then he spoke, he said:
"I want Nightclub Dwight dead in his grave
I want the Nice, Nice up in blazes"