Top Songs By Hamell On Trial
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Hamell On Trial
Performer
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Ed Hamell
Songwriter
Lyrics
My name is Chooch, I don't know what you heard
About the night in question
Word, it's only half the story 'cause a lot more went down
I don't hang out with Bobby, man, he's a fucking clown
I mean I might sell him drugs or a stereo that's hot
But I hang out with players and Bobby definitely is not
I hang in bars uptown, I got a credit card scam
I got a call from McClusky, you know he thinks he's the man
'Cause he's a hot shit lawyer, friend to the stars
And it's mad crazy money, and it's styling bad cars
He calls me up to his office, 'cause he knows I know the street
He says, "Close the door", ooh, very discreet
He says, "Got a little problem" maybe I can check
He says, "You wanna make a thousand?" I said, "Yeah, what the heck"
Seems he's got a famous client that had his house cleaned
In more ways than one, if you know what I mean
And the house maid stole some photos of him and some kids
And if this stuff should surface, well, this client hits the skids
A blackmail letter, I didn't ask how much
He gave me an address, I said I'd be in touch, and hey
I'm good to go
I'm good to go
I'm good to go
You know
So I check out the address, she moves out on the 15th
There's a guy Joe Brush who lives there and he spills the beans
Seems she moves out at night, she didn't pay the rent
She got a boyfriend calling the shots, but he don't know where they went
Then Joe remembers that this boyfriend's a cook
At the Toddle House, so I go over there and take a look
It's the graveyard shift, I'm there at 3 a.m.
I ask about the photos but things get out of hand
So I stuff him in the cooler, 'cause I rearrange his face
I rifle through his pockets, I find a lease on a new place
I heard noises in the back, so I go out where they're eating
And there's fucking Bobby man, giving the place a verbal beating
And I'm trying to be invisible, he's yelling, "Hey, Chooch, come here"
I figure I'll sit with these guys 'til I can make it clear
But I gotta hit the cook's house, you know, tonight
And of course, when we're leaving, fucking Bobby's gotta fight, well hey
I'm good to go
I'm good to go
I'm good to go
You know
So I ditch these guys quick, I take a cab to the address
And the housemaid gives up the photos with very little stress
But as I round the corner something dawns on me
I recognize from these photos, this old actor from TV
And he's having sex with children, now this would close the door
On future shots on Bay Watch and Mary Tyler Moore
So I visit this old actor, firmly explain my situation
And he gives me 90 G's to show his appreciation
And I buy an El Camino until the heat dies down
I figure I'll visit Texas, I like that Houston town, and hey
I'm good to go
I'm good to go
I'm good to go
You know
Hey, Baldy there, you're always writing them songs
About like Joe Brush and, you know, Bobby
Why don't you write something about me, man?
I got something for you, listen to this
Maybe you know a little place you can go
Where there's always blow, Choochtown
What do you think, man, pretty cool, huh
Hey, hey, Baldy, step over here by the cooler
Let's talk about this for a second, come on
Yeah, alright
I'm good to go
I'm good to go
I'm good to go
You know
Yeah, I'm good to go
I'm good to go
Yeah, I'm good to go
Writer(s): Hamell Edward James
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