Lyrics The Bronx Comes to Brixton - Pearl Diver

Hey bartender, give me a small beer and keep those chasers coming through
And send that floozy over here cause I need a little talking to
And there′s some little shit playing pinball
A couple of wasters shooting pool
And some dosser in the corner is just running a book on us all
And you can take that beer away it got a little flat
Just send another bourbon over here and quit the chat

Cos Leroy's getting loaded with another hundred bucks in his veins
And the packet in my pocket is gonna get warm again
The barrels feelin′ ice cold, the stock against my chest
Is just callin' for a bourbon, we'll let the trigger do the rest

And the downtown cops mob the downtown shops
The siren splits the night in half
And Leroy is gettin′ loaded for a laugh
And Leroy′s getting loaded, it's just a massacre with a chain
And Leroy is getting′ loaded once again

Hey, bartender, send my one-eyed Suzie a glass of cheap Champagne
She's put on too much lipstick once again
And there′s something a little disturbing with that incessant pool ball click
Just send another Bourbon over here, it might just do the trick

Just line me up an ice cold beer while I try to plan the trap of getting Leroy over here
Now just quit the crap
Cos Leroy's getting loaded in my thousand dollar shoes
And the piece in my pocket has got the blues

Put Billy Holliday on the juke, just get that little shit some junk
And tell that pock-holed pool ball king he′s just a punk
And you can take that beer away it's got a little warm
Just send another Bourbon over here, "Say, have you got form?"

And the down-town cops are pullin' out the stops, security is tight
And Leroy′s getting loaded again tonight
And Leroy′s getting loaded with another sawn-off shoot
And Leroy, he's getting loaded for a hoot

Oh bartender, you′ve just got a weary look
Are you a trifle afraid that the downtown cops will leave the downtown shops
And come here for a raid
And that stripper, she's so annoying, why′s her tassels hangin' flat
And I suppose that precinct hulk wants a chat
So line up another bourbon and tell me where′s the fire escape
Cos I've got a piece in my pocket and he's red tape

And Leroy′s getting loaded and he′s just fresh from the farm
He's gotta platinum needle in his arm
Put Ella on the jukebox, let′s just jazz it down a bit
And Pinball Pete's got a another repeat... that little shit!

And you can hide my piece away, it′s got a trifle shy
I might just have to quit my plan today while Leroy's getting high
So send me another bourbon and give one to the cop over here
Just send me another bourbon, leave me crying in my beer
Cos Leroy′s getting loaded in another high-life hit
And Leroy is getting' loaded... the little shit!