Doriella Dufontaine - Lightnin', Jimi Hendrix

I was standing on the corner in the middle of the square

Tryin' to make me some arrangements

To get some of that dynamite reefer there

Now, I was already high

And dressed very fly

Just standin' on the corner

Watchin' all the fine hoes

When up drove my main man big money Vann

In his super ninety-eight Olds Now as Van stepped out

And he looked about to me He began to speak

Came his real fine freak

She wore a black chemise dress

Considered to be one of the very best

Hair was glassy black

Eyes a deep see green-blue

Her skin boss dark hue

Man!

She was some kind of fine!

Now, as I spoke to Vann, and I shook his hand

And I asked him «Is that your honey?»

Without no jive

This was the dude’s reply, «Like she’s anybody’s.

who wants to make some

Money.»

«She's really down

And known all around

As Doriella Du Fontaine

She plays her stick

Mind you, she’s slick

She’s one of the best in the game

This girl’s no jerk

I’ve seen her work

She’s nice and she can use her head

And she’s good with her crack

From a long way’s back

And she’s done made me a whole lot of bread.»

Now, Vann was sporting a Panama Straw

Had a Corona-producto stuck out the side of his jaw

He wore a beige silk suit

That looked real silky

And my man was dressed like to make Rockefeller feel guilty

Now I was pressed, I must confess

Although I couldn’t compare with Vann

It’s not that his taste is better than mine

Just that he is the big money man

«Hey, fellows,» Doriella said

«I'm starving as can be

How about a bite to eat?»

So we all agreed

On a fabulous feed

Down at the Waldorf

Now the Waldorf was blowing

In bright neon light

Although this was my first flight

We were all clean as the board of health

Three players, that’s true

In rainbows of blue

And we painted a picture of wealth

Now as we were dining

Vann started unwinding

He began to run his mouth off to me

But as we left

I dug his woman, Doriella Du Fontaine

Was standing pinning on me

«Hey fellow,» Doriella said

«Since we met I’m glad

So here’s the address to my pad.»

So next Saturday

I got real fly

And I went to see Miss Du Fontaine

I stopped off at my main man Jaws

He dealt in snow

And I copped me some cocaine

Now I got to her pad

Jim it was some kind of bad

It was really a bar set

She had a 5-inch carpet

Which was limited in a market

Somewhere from the far-East Orient

The high file was sailin'

And I wasn’t failing

But I just couldn’t rap to this queen

She dug my feet was cold

And took a tigh hold

And gave me some pot, Chicago Green

She said «You be my man

And together we’ll trick the land

And I’ll be your true-blue bitch

Although you’ll have to show me to those other squares

I’ll take their dough and make you rich.»

Now you know where I’m at!

I really went for that

And I put this fine ho in her bed

Me and this queen made love supreme

And I flipped when she gave me some head

Now, next Saturday round one

We were out having fun

At the club known as the Island of Joy

When in walked Dixie Fair

Drugstore millionaire

International playboy

«Hey, fellow,» Dixie said, «Who's that fine model in red?

Why I’ll give you a fee, if you introduce her to me.»

So I did, and my woman, D, she did the rest

«Next morning in bed horse honey she said

I can beat Dixie for all his bread

But you have to wait patiently

Like a hustler on the sunny lands of New Mexico

Because I don’t want you around

When I take off this clown

And I get him hung up in my den

But when I pull through

Baby, I’ll come straight to you

And you’ll never have to hustle again.»

So the next morning

I jumped in my $ 500 dollar grey silk vine

Downed me an ice cold pint of vine

I snatched my bank book

And I made reservations on TWA airline

Now, my stay wasn’t bad

I had a fabulous pad

I pulled plenty of fabulous hoes

I pulled Miss Carmen Vista

Who was huge in the Keister

And first cousin to Mexicali Rose

The climat was hot

And there was plenty of pot

And the tequila’s were dynamite

As I laid in my shack, on top of Carmen’s back

I had her on her knees all night

Now one morning

As I patiently waited

I got a telegram that stated

It said, «Papa daddy

I made a real grand slam

I’m on my way.

TWA

Comet number 3

Be in New Mexico by four

Can’t say no more.

Love, your fine woman, D.»

Comin' then gave me a bath in ice cold milk

And I jumped in my $ 500 dollar grey silk

And downed me a pint of ice-cold wine

When I dug the New York news

That shook me in my shoes

With its bold daring headline.

It read Bulletin.

Last night, Dixie Fair.

Drug store millionaire.

Committed suicide.

Left all his fame

To Miss Du Fontaine, stated to be his bride."

So then I made a B line on down to the airport

Just in time to hear the announcer say

«Attention in the lobby

Attention in the Lobby:

Relatives and friends

All passengers on comet number 3

Wait no longer

For fate’s cruel hands

The good comet has crashed

Off the coast of Chili Sands

But wait!

The rescuers said there was a woman alive!

Age 25…

Hair glassy black.

Eyes deep sea green-blues

Skin a boss dark hue

She said she was on her way

To her fine man in grey

Stated to be his bride

She would have been his true-blue bitch

And made him rich

But then she coughed up blood and died.»

Man!

I pulled through

Like all damned stud’s due

But I know I’ll never be the same

Cause there’ll never be another Miss Doriella Du Fontaine

That’s her name Miss Du Fontaine

I’ll never be the same

Cause there’ll never be another Miss Doriella du Fontaine