I and Braggar, and Junior Lee,
well that's the way we always thought it would be
In the wind-strewn leaves of September, how we metIN THE WINSTON LIPS OF SEPTEMBER, HOW WE METDecked out like aces, we'd beat anybody's betCuz we was Coolsville... cuz we was CoolsvilleWell you stick it here;
you stick it over there;
but it never fitsAnd now a hungry night you want more and more
and you chip in your little kiss.AND YOU'RE CHIPPYIN' YOUR LITTLE KISSWell, I jumped all his jokers,
but he trumped all my tricksAnd I swear to God I thought this one was smart enough to
stick it into Coolsville... yeah stick it into Coolsville...
So now it's J and B, and me, and that sounds close,
but it ain't the same (well, that's okay)
Hot City don't hurt that much but everything feels the same
Well the real thing come and the real thing go...
Well the real thing is back in town...
Ask me if you wanna know The way to Coolsville...
(Well I hear you wanna go back to Coolsville...
Well come on honey, take you back... to Coolsville)
