Jitney Bus Blues Lyrics

Napoleon the broker went out looking for some heat

He said, "man, don't ever let 'em think you catch what you eat"

Then along came junior lawman with his polyester gun

By the time the night was quiet they were soaking up the sun

So they went and made a mess of some society affair

Where Lady Mary tripped out of her little lady chair

And the servants started serving up that good Chateau Neuf

And that's about the time the teen bride went and lined up the good stuff

Everybody's headin for the countryside

Ma and pa are paying for your helicopter rides

And the television's saying you've got to stay inside

Let's find a better place to hide

Well the lawman and Napoleon went sniffing up that stuff

Til Junior got too handsy with an artisanal cream puff

And Mary went canary and called Queen Jane

Who said, "you're father's getting nervous so we're sending the plane"

Everybody's headin for the countryside

Ma and pa are paying for your aeroplane rides

And the business men are saying to buy low and sell high

Let's find a better place to hide

Sirens don't make a sound when you're 45

Floors off the ground

Flashing lights in the night make it brighter

For the poseur playing Hozier on his terrace uptown

The sweet pretty things are not in bed now of course

Their eyes look like moonpies and they're all masters in discourse

And The Broker's only joker's falling onto his knees

And crying please don't let me die here with the rest of the plebs

Everybody's headin for the countryside

Ma and pa are paying for your aeroplane rides

And the business men are saying to buy low and sell high

Let's find a better place to hide