A cigarette burns itself out in
a crushed up coand'cola can ashtray.
in front of a busted up old mirror,
delilah blue is checking out his tired sachet.
getting bored or just disappointed with
his own reflection he just waves it all away.
talking to his good friend black-eyed susan,
he says,
andquot;maybe we should go out west?
get a tan and fake the rest...
this oland' life is just a test,
just a test anyhow.
then back to his own reflection he says,
oh, delilah blue, what do we do now?andquot;
The night manager of the stardest motel
is banging louder on number sevenand's door, saying,
andquot;if you two queens
donand't pay up for all last week,
you canand't stay here no more.andquot;
and delilah laughs as black-eyed susan
says, andquot;silly bitch is such a bore.andquot;
in a while they know sheand'll walk away,
itand's just a drunken game she likes to play.
besides, she knows they always pay.
they always pay somehow.
oh, delilah blue, what do we do now?
Chorus:
oh, delilah blue,
what do we do now?
what do we do now?
magnolia memories
fill my eyes and the
sweet bird of youth
done flown away
but donand't let
anybody ever say
this old dancer
never had her day
cause this old dancer
always knew weand'd
make it through,
delilah blue.
Delilahand's in the bath tub now and
itand's black-eyed susanand's turn to ramble.
the president of the united states is on tv
tellinand' everybody the countryand's doinand' fine.
well, he must be talkinand' and'bout some other country
cause honey, he sure as hell
ainand't talkinand' and'bout mine.
wish i could strut up to the white house steps
in shirley temple drag and sing
and'brother can you spare a dime?and'
hey, miss d, i could always pawn
that jayne mansfield thing.
how much cash you think that old ragand'd bring?
my ruby red dress i used to wear to sing
back when theyand'd whistle and theyand'd wow.
oh, delilah blue, what do we do now?
Chorus
Does the year 2000 ever scare you
cause itand's cominand' up so fast?
this getting older thing seems to be
more about just learninand' how to last.
flippinand' through my old phone book,
delilah, all our mad, mad friends...
we were such a cast.
what do i keep this old dog-eared thing for?
most our friends ainand't even here no more.
iand'm feeling lonely as a ghost town whore
left still standinand' up somehow.
oh, delilah blue, what do we do now?
With a towel turban on his head,
delilah blue appears in
the golden aura of bathroom light.
tell you a little secret, susan,
i learned a long, long time ago.
itand's kept me on my feet all these years,
high heels too,
i got the strap marks to show.
you can take it or you can leave it, oh baby, guess i donand't really know.
but it seems to me
between the blues we cannot name
and all the rage we try to tame
weand're only pawns in our own game
try not to let it wrinkle your pretty brow.
and just before he cuts the light,
he catches his own reflection in the mirror
and smiles at the sight.
try not to let it wrinkle your pretty little brow.
oh, delilah blue, what do we do now?
Chorus x2
Cause this old dancer thought she knew,
weand'd make it through,
oh, this old dancer thought she knew,
delilah blue, what do we do now?
