Intro Well, it morning here on Front St and Dover And it feels like this whole town’s hung over And the potholes look like they would rather just go back to bed Hunched-back buildings with blood-shot windows And there’s a Buick passed out my gutter And the parking meter wishes he just called in sick instead.
Well, the crack in the sidewalk is yawning And that storefront window’s head is pounding And that hydrant waiting for the hair of the dog to come stumbling on by I prop my eyes balls on the front stoop And I watch that chimney over there cough up some yellow soup And I recall that you’re mad at me, but, I can’t remember why Nope… Completely escapes me.
Verse one Well, sometimes I drink and sometime I get drunk And sometime I fall over. And sometimes I’m staring down the sewer grate Here on Front St. and Dover.
Yeah! And sometimes I get drunk and I get low down And I’m needin’ some attention But if you’re so inclined, just keep in mind, No one asked for your opinion, No one asked for your opinion, Babe
Chorus ‘Cause I’m the Front St Belevdere my dear, tell ya, I’m the liquor store cavalier, Well there’s no one like me anywhere’s around here. I’m the Muscatel Musketeer
I’m the Front St. Belevedere my dear, tell ya, I’m the liquor store cavalier I here that Burbank’s nice this time of year You can do what you want, I’m going to say right here
Verse Two I keep my hard times in a grocery bag I got a scrapbook full of blues I keep my teardrops in a Mason jar I got a crate full of bad attitude. I got a 25-cent photo booth picture Of girl that I once care for I think of our love and I get the sweetest heartache That any fool could ask for And you know just what I came for, babe
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(Verse Three) I love the asphalt gray And the pop-bottle green And the sky is clear and Aqua Velva Blue I love the tin can jingle, Goes ding dang dingle When I kick it down the avenue
Oh, yeah! I got everything I need For to ease my burden Mississippi blue notes And straight Kentucky Bourbon. You can do me a favour, You can go your own way You can mind your own business, You can spare me the sermon
But a little baby, little baby, Please don’t ouch my misery, no Don’t take it away from me ‘Cause if you do then I believe, That will surely disappear Please don’t touch my misery Don’t take it away from me ‘Cause if you do then I will cease to be The Front St. Belevedere my dear Well, I’m the Front St. Belevedere my dear I’m the… Aw, you know who I am!