Club Manhattan - Jesse Winchester

Sugar baby, bet you wonder where I’m gone

Don’t you worry, worry would I do you wrong

Or if I’m somewhere, seeing someone new

I’m just down at Club Manhattan

Girl, I’m waiting on you

Come on down to Club Manhattan

Have a big Jack Black on ice

They got this, got this guitar player

And boy, he sure plays nice

Just close your eyes, he’s a young Steve Cropper

And it’s nineteen-sixty-two

O I love you, little darlin

But I love Club Manhattan, too

The night time, the night time

And everybody’s having fun

Sugar, baby, you’re a’home a’havin none

Well, listen, darlin, let me tell you what you do

Come on down to Club Manhattan

Girl, we’re waiting on you

Come on down to Club Manhattan

Have a big Jack Black on ice

They got this, got this guitar player

And boy, he sure plays nice

Just close your eyes, he’s a young Steve Cropper

And it’s nineteen-sixty-two

O I love you, little darlin

But I love Club Manhattan, too