Louis Jordan — Open The Door Richard

Open the door, Richard Open the door and let me in Open the door, Richard Richard, why don't you open that door I met old Zeke standin' on the corner the other day That cat sure was booted with liquor He was what? He was abnoxicated! He was what? He was inebriated! He was what? Well, he was just plain drunk Well, alright then He sure was salty with the bartender Bartender's tryin' to make him buy another drink Zeke told the bartender Ain't no need of me buyin' no drinks when everybody else is buyin 'em I'm gonna drink to everybody's health 'till I ruin my own! Open the door, Richard! Why, he don't know who he's throwin' out of that joint? Why, I'll go back in that joint and take a short stick and bust it down to the ground! Open the door, Richard! But I hate to be caught out on the street like this 'cause it makes you looks so common And I know I ain't common 'cause I got class I ain't never used yet But I guess I better get on in the house cause I don't want my pastor to catch me out like this Hey, Richard, open the door! Now look at that old woman across the street Done stuck her head outta the window, callin' her sister Look at her, hunchin' her sister sayin, "ain't that him, ain't that him?" Yes it's me, and I'm drunk again! Open the door, Richard! I know he's in there cause I got on the clause They can't throw him out cause I owe just as much back rent as he does Imagine that old woman chargin' us three dollars a month and getting mad 'cause we're twelve months in the arrears Come meet me last Thursday saying, 'Ain't you boys gonna give me some back rent?' I told her she'd be lucky if she got some front rent Open the door, Richard! Hey, Richard, open the door! Cause I'm standin' here, scratchin' in my pants pocket And standin' here, gropin' in my coat pocket And standin' here, feelin' in my shirt pocket And can't find the key Hey, open the door, Richard! Open the door, Richard Open the door and let me in Open the door, Richard Richard, why don't you open that door