Jus' Like Brigitte Bardot - Joshua Kadison

Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine

Twenty dollars to her name and a walk like you ain’t never seen

She moved into number eight with just a bottle in her hand

An old radio wrapped up in it’s cord and no particular plan

I watched her in the hallway.

She blew me a little kiss

And said, «Hey, baby, what’s a boy like you, doin' in a place like this?»

Then she said, «Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news

But this world ain’t nothin' but a one way ticket to the blues.»

Then she said, «Baby,» she said, «Baby…

Baby, can you help me find a soul station on this old radio?

And we can steal us a little salvation if you got no place else to go

Oh, baby, can you help me find a soul station?

I’m feeling kinda low

And if you use your… use your 'magination

Baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte Bardot.»

I was sweepin' a warehouse floor 'cross town midnight to eight

If my ship was ever comin' in, it sure was dockin' late

Neffertiti was dancin' six nights at a club jut off the strip

After work we’d meet for breakfast, I’d help her count up all her tips

She’d stuff some money in my pocket and say, «Baby, go back home

Now what you tryin' to prove, boy, in this city all alone

Then she said, «Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news

But this world ain’t nothin' but a one way ticket to the blues.»

Spoken:

She’d say, «Mamma must be worried sick about you.»

She’d make me send home letters every… 'bout every month or so

So I’d be there writing at her kitchen table

And Neffertiti’d be dancin' to the sweet soul music playin' on her radio

«Mamma wants to rock you, rock you slow

To the sweet soul music on the radio.»

Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine