Story Behind The Song
Murder of a small time Operator
Song Description
Young man is killed by his own greed.
| Song Length |
5:02 |
Genre |
Blues - Chicago, Unique - Avant garde |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Gloomy, Brutal |
Subject |
Murder, Rape, Crime, Theft |
| Similar Artists |
Tom Waits, The Animals |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Yeah, Let me give ya the long and short on the kid Juan Pizarro,
Not the White Sox pitcher or the Conquistador,
With brothers Francisco and Gonzalo
Nah, Just a kind hearted pimp who fell in love with his own whores
and couldn't meet the vig he had to borrow,
Yeah, let me give you the long and short man, on the kid Juan Pizarro
The boy loved ducats in his pockets and livin like there was no tomorrow
Yeah, let me give ya the long and short on the kid Juan Pizarro
They said they found him dead on his Murphy bed with one shoe on and his head in a pool of dark dried crimson, in a room full of sorrow in a body stiff and cold that could once walk and talk and run like Vada Pinson
The girls in his stable said he had a voice like an angel and eyes that could make a dead mortician cry
And wore a medal of the defunct Saint Christopher around his neck that insured quick delivery when he died
Yeah, Let me give ya the long and short man on the kid Juan Pizarro
who loved ducats in his pockets and livin like there was no tomorrow
His daddy worked in a condensed milk factory and said "effort" was his "Pet Peeve"
and his mama wore tight leopard skin leotards and an equally tight weave
And they said she took the news well - she shrugged her shoulders and only cried a little bit
and that her hand was visibly shaking
as she reached for the crack pipe and took another hit
Yeah, let me give ya the long and short man on the kid Juan Pizarro
who loved ducats in his pockets and livin like there was no tomorrow
They said he only chipped a little bit, now and then
and believed in everything he could
he prayed to a flying saucer jesus,
wore his red shirts like Garibaldi
and parted his hair like Ed Wood,
His sister stood with a flat expression at the funeral that day
She had a black umbrella on her shoulder
Nah, It wasn't gonna rain but she took it anyway
She took a Cracker jack ring off her finger he gave as a kid,
Dropped it in the coffin, before they closed the lid,
Then wiped at her eyes and turned and slowly walked away
Yeah, the long and short of the kid Juan Pizarro