Montclaire
de havelin doin' the st. vitus dance,
lookin'
for someone to chop the lumber in his pants,
how
am i gonna unload all of this ice and all this mink,
all
the traffic in the street but it's so hard to think,
goin'
downtown down downtown.
Frankie's
wearin' lipstick pierre cardin,
i swear
to god i seen him holdin' hands with jimmy bond,
sally's
high on crank and hungry for some sweets,
she's
fem in the sheets but she's butch in the streets,
goin'
downtown down downtown.
It's
the cool of the evening the sun's goin' down,
i want
to hold you in my arms i want to push you around,
i want
to break your bottle and spill out all your charms,
come
on baby we'll set off all the burglar alarms,
goin'
downtown down downtown.
Red pants
and the sugarman in the temple street gloom,
drinkin'
chivas regal in a four dollar room,
just
another dead soldier in a powder blue night,
red
pants turns to sugarman and says everything's alright,
goin'
downtown down downtown.
Marco Giunco |
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