I'm kicking off from centre field
A question of being down for the game
The one shot deal don't matter
And the other one's the same
Oh! my friend I see you
Want you to come through (alright)
And there's staring at shadows
Where the street lights all turn blue
She's leaving for an American
Suitcase in her hand
I said her brothers and her sisters
Are all on Atlantic sand
She's screaming through the alleyway
I hear the lonely cry, why can't you?
And her batteries are corroded
And her hundred watt bulb just blew
Chorus:
La la la la la
La la la la la
Alright, la la la la la
La la la la la
She used to hang out at Miss Lucy's
Every weekend they would get loose
And it was a straight clear case of
Having taken in too much juice
It was outside, and it was outside
Just the nature of the person
Now all you got to remember
After all, it's all show biz
Chorus:
La la la la la la
La la la la la, alright
La la la la la la
La la la la la
We're just screaming through the alleyway
I hear her lonely cry, ah why can't you?
And they're standing in the shadows
Canal street lights all turn blue
And they're standing in the shadows
Where the street lights all turn blue
And they're standing in the shadows
Down where the street lights all turn blue