Down, down, down, down Corduroy Road. . Zingara why, do they speak your name. Whisper like a class?. Why do you walk in empty shoes. Through long and lonely dusk?.
C'mon, c'mon, I said c'mon. . This hot night wind is mine, I know. This gust of love ain't no liar. Steamed up, blown up, stoked from below. I'm a ready to cook with fire, ooh with fire.