I want to shake like Liguardia
magic mouth in the sun
train ride to the courtyard
before you can run
down at the end of lonely street
where no one takes a walk
someone's lying at your feet
and someone's getting off
R: Just gimme some slack
The seven floors of walkup
the odor musted cracks
the peeping keyhole introverts
with the monkeys on their backs
R:
The rooftops strung with frauleins
the pastel pinned up sails
the eighteen color roses
against your face so pale
R:
I want to float like Euripides
all visions intact
I'm alright with Fellini fiends
tripping over the track
R:
Down at the end of Lonely Street
where no one takes a chance
someone's in the cheap light
and someone wants to dance
R:
