Текст песни As The Streetcars Roll Down St. Charles

Squeeze a lemon till the juice runs sweet
Pace in circles with your tap shoes feet
Prick your finger make your body scream in color
Watch a sunset paint it black and grey
Dance with carneys in the alleyway
Drop the ball and fill it up with clay and water

Help me outta here I gotta get home by morning
I've grown tired and cold standing out here on the corner
Streetcars are coming could you spare me a dime or a quarter
And help me outta here I gotta get home by morning

Cut some slack for the kids in back
Put a penny on the railroad track
Pretend we're old and the earth is flat and hollow
Spin the planets teach them right from wrong
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Wake up early sell your friends a brand new shampoo

Help me outta here I gotta get home by morning
I've grown tired and cold standing out here on the corner
Streetcars are coming could you spare me a dime or a quarter
And help me outta here I gotta get home by morning

There's a man over there with his hands in the air
Hoping there's a god who can hear his prayer
He's got a beer and a cig and he's dancing a jig
Like a big horn player in a small time gig

And he says help me outta here I gotta get home by morning
I have gotta fold if these are the cards I'm holding
Take a walk with me and lend me a hand or a shoulder
And help me outta here I gotta get home by morning