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

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: