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: