Quarters letra

The tavern where you worked
Was cold and dark as a cavern
You kept quarters in your shirt

But I never could just have them
You always made me sweep around every fly and floozie
Under booths and bums asleep

Waking up, they'd ask you, "Who's he?"
Behind a glass without a glance
"My daughter's boy," you would say

Well, I stood there in a trance
Listening to the jukebox play