Crabwalk - American Music Club, Mark Eitzel

He reels around the nightclub

Like the hubcaps off of a car

That just crashed into a sign that said

«This way to the nightclub»

He says you ain’t worth a dime

To his life support systems

They still keep him talking

On the chance that he’ll say something

Don’t you feel the decks rolling

I think that we’re on a stormy sea

I’m having trouble keeping down the light that I’ve stolen

He said, «Come on and do the crabwalk with me.»

He’s just trying to breathe some new life into the jukebox

But it doesn’t take his crap, it just keeps on staring back

And the quarters that he pours down its throat

Well they’re just starting to get his goat

The song plays

«I gave you everything and I never got anything back»

Don’t you feel the decks rolling

I think that we’re on a stormy sea

I’m having trouble keeping down the light that I’ve stolen

He said, «Come on and do the crabwalk with me»

He went fishing in the ocean

And all he got was a couple of tires

And they came up dripping with emotion

And you know how fisherman are liars

The five hundred thousand dollar country guitar

Sits at home, sad and lonely

No one has any pity for the life of the party

Don’t you feel the decks rolling

I think that we’re on a stormy sea

He’s having trouble keeping down the light that he’s stolen

He said, «Come on and do the crabwalk with me»