this ballad is dedicated to Charles Bukowski, great writer and poet

this version is a live studio performance from Stiocks and Bones y2000

text and music by Jack Cat

Titty Hell

Dick was doin’ a solo now he’s asking where he was   
while trying to screw his head into a pinko ginger glove   
the nite he met a Titty Hell blowin’ out Tequila storm
despite speakin’ good English (she) look’d like a sphynx in bronze
Ah Dickie Dickie Dickie Dick what else d’u expect
I’d like u be my soul tonite and rest inside my nest
I say this just in case u call me when I am out or stoned   
‘cause your fancy inclination (to) fall in love with stars and gold

In a flurry foam of feeling she nested around his goose neck
he kissed her silent lips and fell into his deepest hell
she said you’re not a ghost u really look like Dick the Rock
then dropped duck soup and honey all’round (that) ginger glove
Ah Titty Titty Titty Tweet I can’t be yours tonite
your nest will be my cage and I’m not yet bound to hide
I say this just in case u call me when I am out or stoned   
 ‘cause your fancy inclination (to) fall in love with stars and gold

It took a Philly lawyer to get Dick out of hell
(he is) still wond’rin’ if performin’ better with a ginko shell
so when will happen u be ridin’ lone in a cold desert nite
don’t forget of Titty Hell and Lonny Dick inside
so when u’ll meet your Titty at any place you’ll slide
don’t put your hell on her just ‘caus’ of your stupid pride
I say this just in case u call me when I am out or stoned   
 ‘cause your fancy inclination (to) fall in love with stars and gold