Chilli Bean's Final Carouse Songtext
von Big Rude Jake

One, two, three, four

It was a night in November
When Roach finally surfaced, just like a World War II U-Boat Submarine
At a 24-hour Mexican diner, talking to a cat they call, "Chili Bean"
Well, they got a reputation for lots of talk and no action
Drinking tequila, and just flapping their jaws
But they come over all quiet
So I think tonight, they just might do it
They′re getting ready for the final carouse

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They got a plan that don't work, and an alibi that don′t stick
They got a motive clear as the sunshine today
But Beanie don't care, 'cause this is better than dying
And beats the hell out of just wasting away
So, while Uncle and Rudy trade hillbilly trivia
With a cowgirl in a red chiffon blouse
Well, Roach and Chili Bean will be trading last instructions
Getting ready for the final carouse

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So we′ll have one last drink, we′ll have one last toast
To all men who are good and civilized
We'll have one last drink before we leave you all
To go and kick this world square between the eyes
Yeah, and Beanie′s looking like a stone poker face
That's peeking out from behind the full house
Just wait ′til they see when he throws down his cards
And he bets it all at the final carouse

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And when the employment counselor asked little Chili Bean
Just exactly what it is he wanted to do
He just shrugged his shoulders, looked down at his hands
And he couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth
That he wants to kick a hole right through the middle of Main Street
Wants to slaughter all them sacred cash cows
He wants to feel this whole town tremble like a wet, frightened puppy
In the wake of the final carouse

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Guitar
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Well, circus, corny pornographers
Sell distractions on all the corners here
But even the cheapest thrills are getting too expensive for me
So, clear across town to where the big shots live
You gotta hear about the last alternative
And a night that′ll make a legend out of a man they call, "Chili Bean"
And Bean is looking like a stone poker face
Speaking out from behind a full house
Just wait 'til they see when he throws down his cards
And he bets it all at the final carouse

Be-da-ba-dee-ba-be-ba-da-ba-dee-ba-dee-dee

Well, I can see Bogart spitting lead from a pistol
Holed up on a cottage on the coast of Key Largo
And I can see Cappy burning in the white heat of a gas-flare inferno
And tonight, Chili Bean will be his own little Caesar
No more bending knees or bashful bows
He'll cut a big slice of pie that comes straight from Hell′s Kitchen
And take it along for the final carouse

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