Down At the Blue Moon - Bertie Higgins

I’ve been working down South

An old Caribbean boy

I’ve been burning the Coast Guard out

From St. Pete to St. Croix

Now, freedom is my wager

Smuggling is my game

Cocaine is my pleasure

It’s about to drive me insane

I’m gonna get me a room

Down at the Blue Moon

I’m gonna get paid

I’m gonna get laid

I’m gonna get, real, real high

Send me a tune

Down at the Blue Moon

Hey Billy Boys

Let’s make some noise!

Tomorrow we may die

I don’t wanna get busted

Shoot — don’t wanna get popped

Lord you know I can’t be trusted

Hell I can’t be stopped

I’ve got a pocketful of money

That I’ve been pissing anyway

And baby are you my honey

Or are you spying for the dammed 'ole DEA

I’m gonna get me a room

Down at the Blue Moon

I’m gonna get paid

I’m gonna get laid

I’m gonna get, real, real high

I’m gonna get me a room

Down at the Blue Moon

I’m gonna get paid

I’m gonna get laid

I’m gonna get, real, real high

I’m gonna get me a room

Down at the Blue Moon

I’m gonna get paid

I’m gonna get laid

I’m gonna get, real, real high

Hey how about them King Boys!

Hey Manuel, and Kyle

Hey Phil Clark!

Hey Grundy, Brother John, and Darryl!

Hey Brother Larry!

Hey Vegas, Ted, Joel!

Hey Mad Dog, Limber Neck

Hey Dudley

Hope you’re all doing fine tonight

'Cause I’m feeling good!

Awwwwww!

I’m gonna get me a room

Down at the Blue Moon

I’m gonna get paid

I’m gonna get laid

I’m gonna get, real, real high