In the good old bad part of this college town. Men in business suits they run you down. You take their money just like you take mine. You send it bubbling down the thin blue line.
It must have been my lucky Thursday. Your dad went on that spree. Before the crew could put out the fires. You hopped a bus for NYC. Down in Tampa the future looked desperate and dark.
We're gonna break out the hats and hooters. When Josie comes home. We're gonna rev up the motor scooters. When Josie comes home to stay. We're gonna park in the street.
Standing tough under stars and stripes. We can tell. This dream's in sight. You've got to admit it. At this point in time that it's clear. The future looks bright.
Teddy's rolling now most every night. Skatin' backwards at the speed of light. He's changed - in a thousand little ways. He's changed - yes indeed. You know he's movin' on metal, yes he's.
You. In your Lark. You're a mark. You're a screamer. You know. How to hustle. Daddy. Is a rare. Millionaire. I don't care. Yeah you. Got the muscle. I got the news.
I know this super highway. This bright familiar sun. I guess that I'm the lucky one. Who wrote that tired sea song. Set on this peaceful shore. You think you've heard this one before.
Way back when in '67. I was the dandy gamma chi. Sweet things from Boston so young and willing. Moved down to Scarsdale. Where the hell am I?. Hey nineteen.
Down at the Lido they welcome you. With sausage and beer. Klaus and The Rooster have been there too. But lately he spends his time here. . Hangin' with the Mayor and all his friends.
We come in on the morning scan. All the way from far arcturus. Bringing with us peace and good will. From the margins of space and time. Our women are slung down low to the ground.
You told me once I was your pride and joy. I guess those days are dead and gone. You must have took me for some golden boy. You didn't know what you were taking on.
Uptown. It's murder out in the street. Uptown. It's murder out in the street. That's where I found my mandarin plum. That's where you'd be if you found one.
Babs and Clean Willie were in love, they said. So in love the preacher's face turned red. Soon everybody knew the thing was dead. He shouts, she bites, they wrangle through the night, yeah.
Cold, daring. No flies on me. Sorry, angel. I must take what I see. . Green earrings. I remember. The rings of rare design. I remember. The look in your eyes.
Cold, daring. No flies on me. Sorry, angel. I must take what I see. . Green earrings. I remember. The rings of rare design. I remember. The look in your eyes.
In the beginning. We could hang with the dude. But it's been too much of nothing. Of that stank attitude. Now they curse your name. And there's a bounty on your face.
My coat is black and the moon is yellow. Here is where I get off. As you can see for yourself old girl in the Green Book. I tango down to the smoky lobby.
6: 05, outside the stadium. Special delivery for Hoops McCann. Brut and charisma poured from the shadow where he stood. Looking good, he's a crowd-pleasing man.
6: 05, outside the stadium. Special delivery for Hoops McCann. Brut and charisma poured from the shadow where he stood. Looking good, he's a crowd-pleasing man.
Alone in my cave. It's corn flakes and camels. And the long restless shadows of my life. None but the brave. Jim beam and jack daniels. Channelhopping these empty days and nights.