| Artist | Lou Reed |
| Album | [singles] |
| Year | 19?? |
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Sweet Jane Dirty Blvd. Walk on the Wild Side |
Standin' on a corner, suitcase in my hand. Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest, Me, babe, I'm in a rock n' roll band. Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim, those were different times. And the poets studied rows of verse, and all the ladies rolled their eyes Sweet Jane..... Sweet Jane..... Sweet Jane..... Now, Jack, he is a banker, and Jane, she is a clerk. And the both of them are saving up their money... then they come home from work. Sittin' by the fire... radio just played a little classical music for you kids, the march of the wooden soldiers and you can hear Jack say Sweet Jane..... Sweet Jane..... Sweet Jane..... Some people like to go out dancing And other people, (like us) they gotta work And there's always some evil mothers they'll tell you life is full of dirt. And the women never really faint, and the villans always blink their eyes. And the children are the only ones who blush. 'Cause life is just to die. But, anyone who has a heart wouldn't want to turn around and break it... and anyone who ever played the part.. he wouldn't want to turn around and fake it... Sweet Jane....
Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel He looks out a window without glass The walls are made of cardboard newspapers on his feet His father beats him 'cause he's too tired to bed He's got nine brothers and sisters They're brought up on their knees It's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man but that's a slim chance he's going to the boulevard This room costs 2,000 dollars a month you can believe it man it's true Somewhere a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants No one here dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything they dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard Give your tired your poor I'll piss on 'em That's what the Statue of Bigotry says Your poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to death and get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard Outside it's a bright night, there's an opera at Lincoln Center Movie stars arrive by limousine The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan But the lights are out on the mean streets A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel He's selling plastic roses for a buck The traffic's backed up to 39th street The TV Whores are calling the Cops out for a Suck And back at the Wilshire Pedro sits there dreaming He's found a book on Magic in a garbage can He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling "At the count of three," he says, "I hope I can disappear" And fly fly away...
Holly came from Miami, F-L-A Hitchhiked her way across the U-S-A Plucked her eyebrows on the way Shaved her legs Then he was a she She says hey babe, take a walk on the wild side, She say hey babe, take a walk on the wild side Candy came from out on the island In the back room she was everybody's darlin' But she never lost her head Even when she was givin' head She says hey babe, take a walk on the wild side She says hey honey, take a walk on the wild side And the colored girls sing Doot, doo doot, doo doot, doo doot doo doot Doot, doo doot, doo doot, doo doot doo doot Little Joe never once gave it away Everybody had to pay and pay A hustle here and a hustle there New york city's the place where They said hey babe, take a walk on the wild side They said hey joe, take a walk on the wild side Sugar plum fairies came and hit the streets Lookin' for soul food and a place to eat Went to the apollo You should have seen him go go go They said hey sugar, take a walk on the wild side They said hey babe, take a walk on the wild side Jackie is just speedin' away Thought she was james dean for a day Then i guess she had to crash Valium would've helped that bash She said hey babe, take a walk on the wild side She said hey honey, take a walk on the wild side And the colored girls sing Doot, doo doot, doo doot, doo doot doo doot Doot, doo doot, doo doot, doo doot doo doot