Another Hit - Dave's True Story, Kelly Flint, David Cantor

And Mercer loved my rhymes

My tunes climbed the Billboard chart

At least a dozen times

But life’s capricious pendulum

Has tossed me to this pit

I sure could use ANOTHER HIT

A long parade of goddesses

Passed through my bedroom door

I unhooked gowns and bodices

Till it became a chore

I dined with Julie London once

Charmed her with my wit

Joe, I could use ANOTHER HIT

Their hands would flutter down my neck

The honey flowed, the honey flowed

A crisp new bill would pay the check

The money goes, the money goes

We rode in block-long limousines

The champagne flowed like wine

I made the trades and magazines

This fickle world was mine

My evening clothes were Saville Row

Each suit a perfect fit

Joe, I could use ANOTHER HIT

A narrow waist

An ample hip

The honey flowed, the honey flowed

I’d leave a twenty for a tip

The money goes, the money goes

I muddle through this blue-soaked haze

Bereft of all my toys

The music that they write these days

Is just a lot of noise

The world is not so sweet a place

When viewed from where I sit

Joe, I could use ANOTHER HIT