Song parody of
Club Manhattan
by Jesse Winchester
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Sugar baby, bet you wonder where I'm gone
Don't you worry, worry would I do you wrong
Or if I'm somewhere, seeing someone new
I'm just down at Club Manhattan
Girl, I'm waiting on you
Come on down to Club Manhattan
Have a big Jack Black on ice
They got this, got this guitar player
And boy, he sure plays nice
Just close your eyes, he's a young Steve Cropper
And it's nineteen-sixty-two
O I love you, little darlin
But I love Club Manhattan, too
The night time, the night time
And everybody's having fun
Sugar, baby, you're a'home a'havin none
Well, listen, darlin, let me tell you what you do
Come on down to Club Manhattan
Girl, we're waiting on you
Come on down to Club Manhattan
Have a big Jack Black on ice
They got this, got this guitar player
And boy, he sure plays nice
Just close your eyes, he's a young Steve Cropper
And it's nineteen-sixty-two
O I love you, little darlin
But I love Club Manhattan, too
Sugar baby, bet you wonder where I'm gone
Don't you worry, worry would I do you wrong
Or if I'm somewhere, seeing someone new
I'm just down at Club Manhattan
Girl, I'm waiting on you
Come on down to Club Manhattan
Have a big Jack Black on ice
They got this, got this guitar player
And boy, he sure plays nice
Just close your eyes, he's a young Steve Cropper
And it's nineteen-sixty-two
O I love you, little darlin
But I love Club Manhattan, too
The night time, the night time
And everybody's having fun
Sugar, baby, you're a'home a'havin none
Well, listen, darlin, let me tell you what you do
Come on down to Club Manhattan
Girl, we're waiting on you
Come on down to Club Manhattan
Have a big Jack Black on ice
They got this, got this guitar player
And boy, he sure plays nice
Just close your eyes, he's a young Steve Cropper
And it's nineteen-sixty-two
O I love you, little darlin
But I love Club Manhattan, too
