Fast Eddie
Omar's Blues
(David Olney/Thomas Goldsmith)
( Olney Songs/O'Banyon Music)

First I chalk my stick
Then I shoot my shot
then the ball goes in
And still it's not enough
I've got to leave myself
In shape to strike again
On and on it goes
It never really ends
You say perfection is a dream
But I know that it's real
'Cause when I've got my touch
And when I've got the feel

I'm the best there is, Fat Man
I'm all you can handle and more
And this is not a game of chance
It's all I'm living for
Shoot pool Fast Eddie the Fat Man said
And save the talk for later

I've got the money that I won
Off some country rube
And I got the satisfaction
When I took some city dude
Some hotshot from Chicago
Who died rack by rack
I took six hundred off him
Then I turned my back
I know he'd like to kill me
He'd like to break my hands
I don't care what he wants
So long's he understands

Even on his best night
He doesn't have a prayer
I just turn and walk away
And leave him standing there
Shoot pool Fast Eddie the Fat Man said
And save the talk for later

I've turned my back on love and comfort
When they didn't suit my style
And I lay down with misery
And stayed with her awhile
And I dreamed
And I dreamed
I am standing on a field
As green as this table
A mile wide and two miles long
Fast and flat and level
Then I'm rolling like a shot
Fast and hard and clean
'Til I crash with all my strength
Into my destiny

And in that moment
I know deep in my soul
I forced my final demon
To die down in some hole
Shoot pool Fast Eddie the Fat Man said
And save the talk for later
Shoot pool Fast Eddie the Fat Man said
And save the talk for later