Crounchy

CROUNCHY (reworking of instrumental original track , Crunchy, by Silvio Vinci) Cheap suit, Good shoes. Friday’s got Nothing to lose. Loose change, Last train. Somebody’s tapping On the windowpane. Your left foot knows Your left foot knows What your head don’t know. You came for a drink— Crounchy! (Get down low.) Crounchy! Crounchy! (Get down low.) Crounchy! (Let the whole thing roll.) A little rough, A little sweet. Crounchy— Put it in your feet. Back room, Red chair. Girl with a paperback, Flowers in her hair. She folds the page, She takes her time. Then steals the floor On the very next line. No big entrance, No grand design. Just one small shoulder Moving out of time. Crounchy! (Get down low.) Crounchy! (Let the whole thing roll.) A little rough, A little sweet. A little rough, A little sweet. Crounchy— Put it in your feet. Hold that… Right there. Crounchy! (Get down low.) Crounchy! (Let the whole thing roll.) A little rough, A little sweet. A little rough, A little sweet. Crounchy— Put it in your feet. Cheap suit… Good shoes… Crounchy— Nothing to lose. Hold that… Right there… Crounchy.