Cars Gimme Some Slack
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
[Chorus:]
just gimme some slack
the seven floors of walkup
the odor musted cracks
the peeping keyhole introverts
with the monkeys on their backs
[Chorus]
the rooftops strung with frauleins
the pastel pinned up sails
the eighteen color roses
against your face so pale
[Chorus]
i want to float like Euripides
all visions intact
i'm alright with Fellini fiends
tripping over the track
(chorus)
down at the end of Lonely Street
where no one takes a chance
someone's in the cheap light
and someone wants to dance
(chorus)
