Busted doors and broken women hang out in the street. Faces unfamiliar turn to stare and not to greet. And the old caf door's permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing.
Wop bop a loo bop a lop bom bom!. . Tutti frutti, oh rutti. Tutti frutti, oh rutti. Tutti frutti, oh rutti. Tutti frutti, oh rutti. Tutti frutti, oh rutti.
Rub The Red Crown. Tie The Knot Of Veins. . Red Crown. White Collar. Golden Tooth. Hang The Chandelier Of Bones. . Rub The Red Crown. Wear A Purple Robe Of Meat.
Oh, true fine mama, she's really on the ball. Yes, true fine mama, she's really on the ball. She hears my every plea, come to my beck and call. . Oh, come back baby, don't leave me here.
It all started out by a word of mouth. Moving fast on a whim. It went all through the suburbs, the north and south. And when it finally got back to him.
I found out that you care for another guy. I found out that you want for another smile. We are alone as two different people can be. And it's hurting me so just to know that you don't care for me.
There is a bar right across the street. He's got a need he just can't beat. Out on the floor he shuffles his feet away. . He'll get the girl 'cause he looks so fine.
Give me the hand of the one I love. Take me away to the sunshine land. I've had enough of this crazy life. Workin' so hard like a mad man. . Keep on writin' me mama.
It used to be so easy to be your lover. We wandered through the days like they had no end. But now that you are gone, I'm under cover. I just can't think about you as a friend.
High Gold. Holy Noon. Ribbons of Gas. Flailing Across The Sun. . Boil The Anchors. Scatter The Spangles. Lift Up The Limp Red Tongs. . Scald The Glowing Gauntlets.
Give me your hungry, give me your tired. Give me your homeless, give me your wanderers. . Statue of Liberty standing in the harbor. This is America we try a little harder.
She can't help it, the girl can't help it. She can't help it, the girl can't help it. . If she walks by and the men folks get engrossed. She can't help it, the girl can't help it.
Louie, Louie, Louie, Louie. . Countrymen, friends, lend me your ears. I'll tell you a tale of 15 years. I'm an ole man and so far gone. I want to see the city where I was born.