Hammersmith Odeon, London ’75

Album Info Track List

The audio companion to the DVD release of the legendary November 18, 1975 concert at the Hammersmith Odeon in London, England — the European concert debut of Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band. This is the only full-length, official release of the early band live on stage and contains essential performances of many E Street classics.

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  • Label: Columbia Records
  • Producers: Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Barbara Carr, Thom Zimny
  • 1 Thunder Road

    Lyrics

    The screen door slams
    Mary's dress waves
    Like a vision she dances across the porch
    As the radio plays
    Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
    Hey that's me and I want you only
    Don't turn me home again
    I just can't face myself alone again
    Don't run back inside
    darling you know just what I'm here for
    So you're scared and you're thinking
    That maybe we ain't that young anymore
    Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
    You ain't a beauty but hey you're all right
    Oh and that's all right with me

    You can hide 'neath your covers
    And study your pain
    Make crosses from your lovers
    Throw roses in the rain
    Waste your summer praying in vain
    For a savior to rise from these streets
    Well now I'm no hero
    That's understood
    All the redemption I can offer, girl
    Is beneath this dirty hood
    With a chance to make it good somehow
    Hey what else can we do now
    Except roll down the window
    And let the wind blow back your hair
    Well the night's busting open
    These two lanes will take us anywhere
    We got one last chance to make it real
    To trade in these wings on some wheels
    Climb in back, heaven's waiting on down the tracks
    Oh come take my hand
    We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
    Oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
    oh Thunder Road
    Lying out there like a killer in the sun
    Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
    Oh Thunder Road, sit tight, take hold
    Thunder Road

    Well I got this guitar
    And I learned how to make it talk
    And my car's out back
    If you're ready to take that long walk
    From your front porch to my front seat
    The door's open but the ride ain't free
    And I know you're lonely
    For words that I ain't spoken
    But tonight we'll be free
    All the promises'll be broken
    There were ghosts in the eyes
    Of all the boys you sent away
    They haunt this dusty beach road
    In the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets

    They scream your name at night in the street
    Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
    And in the lonely cool before dawn
    You hear their engines roaring on
    But when you get to the porch they're gone on the wind
    So Mary climb in
    It's a town full of losers
    And I'm pulling out of here to win.

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  • 2 Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out

    Lyrics

    Tear drops on the city
    Bad Scooter searching for his groove
    Seem like the whole world walking pretty
    And you can't find the room to move
    Well everybody better move over, that's all
    I'm running on the bad side
    And I got my back to the wall
    Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out

    I'm stranded in the jungle
    Taking all the heat they was giving
    The night is dark but the sidewalk's bright
    And lined with the light of the living
    From a tenement window a transistor blasts
    Turn around the corner things got real quiet real fast
    She hit me with a Tenth Avenue freeze-out
    Tenth Avenue freeze-out
    And I'm all alone, I'm all alone
    And kid you better get the picture
    And I'm on my own, I'm on my own
    And I can't go home

    When the change was made uptown
    And the Big Man joined the band
    From the coastline to the city
    All the little pretties raise their hands
    I'm gonna sit back right easy and laugh
    When Scooter and the Big Man bust this city in half
    With a Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out
    Tenth Avenue freeze-out...

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  • 3 Spirit in the Night

    Lyrics

    Crazy Janey and her mission man were back in the alley tradin' hands
    'long came Wild Billy with his friend G-man all duded up for Saturday night
    Well Billy slammed on his coaster brakes and said anybody wanna go on up to Greasy Lake
    It's about a mile down on the dark side of route eighty-eight
    I got a bottle of rose so let's try it
    We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe and I'll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go
    They're built like light
    and they dance like spirits in the night (all night) in the night (all night)
    Oh, you don't know what they can do to you
    Spirits in the night (all night), in the night (all night)
    Stand right up now and let it shoot through you

    Well now Wild young Billy was a crazy cat and he shook some dust out of his coonskin cap.
    He said, "Trust some of this it'll show you where you're at, or at least it'll help you really feel it"
    By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake I had my head out the window and Janey's fingers were in the cake
    I think I really dug her 'cause I was too loose to fake
    I said, "I'm hurt." She said, "Honey let me heal it".
    And we danced all night to a soul fairy band
    and she kissed me just right like only a lonely angel can
    She felt so nice, just as soft as a spirit in the night (all night)
    In the night (all night). Janey don't know what she do to you
    Like a spirit in the night (all night), in the night (all night)
    Stand right up and let her shoot through me.

    Now the night was bright and the stars threw light on Billy and Davy
    dancin' in the moonlight
    They were down near the water in a stone mud fight
    Killer Joe gone passed out on the lawn
    Well now Hazy Davy got really hurt, he ran into the lake in just his socks and a shirt
    Me and Crazy Janey was makin' love in the dirt singin' our birthday songs
    Janey said it was time to go
    So we closed our eyes and said goodbye to gypsy angel row, felt so right
    Together we moved like spirits in the night, all night
    Baby don't know what they can do to you
    Spirits in the night, all night
    Stand right up and let it shoot right through you

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  • 4 Lost in the Flood

    Lyrics

    The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
    He walks through town all alone
    He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say
    His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
    The hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide
    They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
    nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
    And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
    Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
    And I said "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud
    Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?"

    That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
    races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
    He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint
    He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint
    Well the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point
    He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
    And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
    That is, nothin' left that you could sell
    just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
    And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood"
    I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
    Or was he just lost in the flood?
    Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
    Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
    and Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
    Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air
    And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
    And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose
    but he gets blown right off his feet
    And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away
    He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish
    Still breathing when I walked away
    And somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
    I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?
    Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up
    I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?

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  • 5 She's the One

    Lyrics

    With her killer graces and her secret places
    That no boy can fill with her hands on her hips
    Oh and that smile on her lips
    Because she knows that it kills me
    With her soft french cream
    Standing in that doorway like a dream
    I wish she'd just leave me alone
    Because french cream won't soften them boots
    And french kisses will not break that heart of stone
    With her long hair falling
    And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun
    Oh-o she's the one, she's the one

    That Thunder in your heart
    At night when you're kneeling in the dark
    It says you're never gonna leave her
    But there's this angel in her eyes
    That tells such desperate lies
    And all you want to do is believe her
    And tonight you'll try just one more time
    To leave it all behind and to break on through
    Oh she can take you, but if she wants to break you
    She's gonna find out that ain't so easy to do
    And no matter where you sleep tonight or how far you run
    Oh-o she's the one, she's the one

    Oh-o and just one kiss
    She'd fill them long summer nights
    With her tenderness that secret pact you made
    Back when her love could save you from the bitterness
    Oh she's the one, oh she's the one
    Oh she's the one, oh she's the one
    Oh she's the one, oh she's the one

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  • 6 Born to Run

    Lyrics

    In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
    At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
    Sprung from cages on Highway 9
    Chrome-wheeled, fuel-injected
    And steppin' out over the line
    Baby this town rips the bones from your back
    It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
    We gotta get out while we're young
    'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

    Wendy let me in, I wanna be your friend
    I want to guard your dreams and visions
    Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
    and strap your hands across my engines
    Together we could break this trap
    We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back
    Will you walk with me out on the wire
    'Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
    But I gotta find out how it feels
    I want to know if love is wild
    girl I want to know if love is real

    Beyond the Palace hemi powered drones scream down the boulevard
    The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
    And the boys try to look so hard
    The amusement park rises bold and stark
    Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
    I wanna die with you out on the streets tonight
    In an everlasting kiss

    The highway's jammed with broken heroes
    On a last chance power drive
    Everybody's out on the run tonight
    but there's no place left to hide
    Together, Wendy, we can live with the sadness
    I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
    Someday girl, I don't know when,
    we're gonna get to that place
    Where we really want to go
    and we'll walk in the sun
    But till then tramps like us
    baby we were born to run

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  • 7 The E Street Shuffle

    Lyrics

    Sparks fly on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot
    All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot
    Them schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night
    The teenage tramps in skintight pants do the E Street dance and everything's all right
    Well the kids down there are either dancing or hooked up in a scuffle
    Dressed in snakeskin suits packed with Detroit muscle
    They're doin' the E Street Shuffle
    Now those E Street brats in twilight duel flash like phantoms in full star stream
    Down fire trails on silver nights with blonde girls pledged sweet sixteen
    The newsboys say the heat's been bad since Power Thirteen gave a trooper all he had in a summer scuffle
    And Power's girl, Little Angel, been on the corner keepin' those crazy boys out of trouble
    Little Angel steps the shuffle like she ain't got no brains
    She's death in combat down on Lover's Lane
    She drives all them local boys insane
    Little Angel says, "Oh, oh, everybody form a line
    Oh, oh, everybody form a line"
    Sparks light on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot
    All them little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot
    Little Angel hangs out at Easy Joe's, it's a club where all the riot squad goes when they're cashin' in for a cheap hustle
    But them boys are still on the corner loose and doin' that lazy E StreetShuffle
    As them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams
    Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans
    And they move on out down to the scene
    All the kids are dancin'

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  • 8 It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City

    Lyrics

    I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
    I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
    I could walk like Brando right into the sun
    Then dance just like a Casanova
    With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
    Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat
    When I strut down the street I could hear its heartbeat
    The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
    The cripple on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity"
    Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
    It's so hard to be a saint in the city

    I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
    I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
    I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool
    Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
    And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
    The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
    Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
    I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
    It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street

    And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
    As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead
    They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
    But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
    You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat
    Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
    Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street

    And them South Side sisters sure look pretty
    The cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity"
    And them downtown boys sure talk gritty
    It's so hard to be a saint in the city

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  • 9 Backstreets

    Lyrics

    One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends
    Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
    Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth
    Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat
    And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
    With a love so hard and filled with defeat
    Running for our lives at night on them backstreets

    Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing
    Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings
    Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring
    In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything
    to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets
    We swore we'd live forever on the backstreets we take it together

    Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears
    Up off the street dressed down in rags running into the darkness
    Some hurt bad some really dying at night sometimes it seemed
    You could hear the whole damn city crying blame it on the lies that killed us
    Blame it on the truth that ran us down you can blame it all on me Terry
    It don't matter to me now when the breakdown hit at midnight
    There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went away

    Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest
    Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness
    Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see
    Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be
    And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest
    Stranded in the park and forced to confess
    To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
    We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end
    Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets

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  • 10 Kitty's Back

    Lyrics

    Catlong sighs holding Kitty's black tooth
    She left to marry some top cat, ain't it the cold truth
    And there hasn't been a tally since Sally left the alley
    Since Kitty left with Big Pretty things have got pretty thin
    It's tight on this fence since them young dudes are musclin' in

    Jack Knife cries 'cause baby's in a bundle
    She goes running nightly, lightly through the jungle
    And them tin cans are explodin' out in the ninety-degree heat
    Cat somehow lost his baby down on Bleecker Street
    It's sad but it sure is true
    Cat shrugs his shoulders, sits back and sighs
    OOh, what can I do, ooh, what can I do?
    OOh, what can I do, ooh what can I do?

    Catlong lies back bent on a trash can,
    Flashing lights cut the night, dude in the white says he's the man
    Well you better learn to move fast when you're young or you're not long around
    Cat somehow lost his Kitty down in the city pound
    So get right, get tight, get down
    Well who's that down at the end of the alley?
    She's been gone so long

    Kitty's back in town, here she comes now
    Kitty's back in town
    Kitty's back in town, here she comes now
    Kitty's back in town
    Kitty's back in town, here she comes now
    Kitty's back in town

    Now Cat knows his Kitty's been untrue
    And that she left him for a city dude
    But she's so soft, she's so blue
    When he looks into her eyes
    He just sits back and sighs
    Ooh, what can I do, ooh, what can I do?

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  • 11 Jungleland

    Lyrics

    The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
    And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line
    Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
    Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
    The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
    Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane

    Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
    And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands
    From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world
    As we take our stand down in Jungleland

    The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
    They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light
    Man there's an opera out on the Turnpike
    There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
    Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night
    The street's alive as secret debts are paid
    Contacts made, they vanished unseen
    Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine
    The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands
    That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland

    In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
    Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. plays
    Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
    Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they're gone

    Beneath the city two hearts beat
    Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked
    In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown
    The Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the night
    No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
    Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light

    Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
    Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here
    Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be
    And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
    And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead
    Tonight in Jungleland

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  • 12 Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)

    Lyrics

    Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
    You know playin' blindman's bluff is a little baby's game
    You pick up Little Dynamite, I'm gonna pick up Little Gun
    And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
    You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don't want to be your son
    The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue
    Rosie you're the one
    Dynamite's in the belfry playin' with the bats
    Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the cats
    Papa's on the corner waitin' for the bus
    Mama she's home in the window waitin' up for us
    She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs
    'Cause you know we ain't gonna come
    I ain't here for business
    I'm only here for fun
    And Rosie you're the one

    Rosalita jump a little lighter
    Senorita come sit by my fire
    I just want to be your love, ain't no lie
    Rosalita you're my stone desire

    Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie, you know they're gonna be there
    Ah, sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billie, they'll be comin' up for air
    We're gonna play some pool, skip some school, act real cool
    Stay out all night, it's gonna feel all right
    So Rosie come out tonight, baby come out tonight
    Windows are for cheaters, chimneys for the poor
    Closets are for hangers, winners use the door
    So use it Rosie, that's what it's there for

    Rosalita jump a little lighter
    Senorita come sit by my fire
    I just want to be your love, ain't no lie
    Rosalita you're my stone desire

    Now I know your mama she don't like me 'cause I play in a rock and roll band
    And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand
    Papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room
    I'm comin' to lend a hand
    I'm comin' to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man
    Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny
    But now you're sad, your mama's mad
    And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
    Tell him this is his last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance
    Because the record company, Rosie, just gave me a big advance
    My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy
    My machine she's a dud, I'm stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey
    Hold on tight, stay up all night 'cause Rosie I'm comin' on strong
    By the time we meet the morning light I will hold you in my arms
    I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way
    There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day
    You can hear them in the back room strummin'
    So hold tight baby 'cause don't you know daddy's comin'

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  • 13 4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)

    Lyrics

    Sandy the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight
    Forcin' a light into all those stoned-out faces left stranded on this Fourth of July
    Down in town the circuit's full with switchblade lovers so fast so shiny so sharp
    And the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
    And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers along the shore
    Chasin' all them silly New York girls

    Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
    The pier lights our carnival life forever
    Love me tonight for I may never see you again
    Hey Sandy girl

    Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for trying to sleep on the beach all night
    Them boys in their spiked high heels ah Sandy their skins are so white
    And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades bangin' them pleasure machines
    Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they promise to unsnap their jeans
    And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag
    I got on it last night and my shirt got caught
    And that Joey kept me spinnin' I didn't think I'd ever get off

    Oh Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
    The pier lights our carnival life on the water
    Runnin' down the beach at night with my boss's daughter
    Well he ain't my boss no more Sandy

    Sandy, the angels have lost our desire for us
    I spoke to 'em just last night and they said they won't set themselves on fire for us anymore
    Every summer when the weather gets hot they ride that road down from heaven on their Harleys they come and they go
    And you can see 'em dressed like stars in all the cheap little seashore bars parked making love with their babies out on the Kokomo
    Well the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin' fortunes better than they do
    This boardwalk life for me is through
    You know you ought to quit this scene too

    Sandy the aurora's rising behind us, the pier lights our carnival life forever
    Oh love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever

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  • 14 Detroit Medley

    Lyrics

    Consists of: "Devil With A Blue Dress On" by William Stevenson and Frederick Lang & "Jenny Take a Ride" by Bob Crewe, Enotris Johnson and Richard Penniman, as recorded by Mitch Ryder & The Detroit Wheels and "Good Golly, Miss Molly" by Robert Blackwell, John Marascalco, as recorded by Little Richard and "C.C. Rider"

  • 15 For You

    Lyrics

    Princess cards she sends me with her regards
    barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard
    Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted
    To her Cheshire smile. I'll stand on file, she's all I ever wanted.
    But you let your blue walls get in the way of these facts
    honey, get your carpetbaggers off my back
    you wouldn't even give me time to cover my tracks.
    You said, "Here's your mirror and your ball and jacks".
    But they're not what I came for, and I'm sure you see that too
    I came for you, for you, I came for you, but you did not need my urgency
    I came for you, for you, I came for you, but your life was one long emergency
    and your cloud line urges me, and my electric surges free

    Crawl into my ambulance, your pulse is getting weak
    reveal yourself all now to me girl while you've got the strength to speak
    Cause they're waiting for you at Bellevue with their oxygen masks
    But I could give it all to you now if only you could ask.
    And don't call for your surgeon even he says it's too late
    It's not your lungs this time, it's your heart that holds your fate
    Don't give me money, honey, I don't want it back
    you and your pony face and your union jack
    well take your local joker and teach him how to act
    I swear I was never that way even when I really cracked
    Didn't you think I knew that you were born with the power of a locomotive
    able to leap tall buildings in a single bound?
    And your Chelsea suicide with no apparent motive
    you could laugh and cry in a single sound.

    And your strength is devastating in the face of all these odds
    Remember how I kept you waiting when it was my turn to be the god?

    You were not quite half so proud when I found you broken on the beach
    Remember how I poured salt on your tongue and hung just out of reach
    And the band they played the homecoming theme as I caressed your cheek
    That ragged, jagged melody she still clings to me like a leech.
    But that medal you wore on your chest always got in the way
    like a little girl with a trophy so soft to buy her way
    We were both hitchhikers but you had your ear tuned to the roar
    of some metal-tempered engine on an alien, distant shore
    So you, left to find a better reason than the one we were living for
    and it's not that nursery mouth I came back for
    It's not the way you're stretched out on the floor
    cause I've broken all your windows and I've rammed through all your doors
    And who am I to ask you to lick my sores?
    And you should know that's true...
    I came for you, for you, I came for you, but you did not need my urgency
    I came for you, for you, I came for you, but your life was one long emergency
    and your cloud line urges me, and my electric surges free

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  • 16 Quarter to Three

    Lyrics

    (One more time.)
    (A-one, a-two, a-one-two-three-four.)

    (Wo, wo, bom-dee-day-dee-day.)
    (Wo, wo, bom-dee-day-dee-day.)
    (Wo, wo, bom-dee-day-dee-day. Wo, wo.)

    A-don'tcha know that I danced,
    I danced till a quarter to three.
    A-with the help, that night, with Daddy "G."
    A-he was swingin' on the sax with a terrible tune,
    An' I was dancin' all over the room.

    A-don'tcha know the people were dancin',
    Like they were mad.
    It was the swingin'est band they had ever had.
    An' the swingin'est song there could ever be.
    Is "A night with a-Daddy 'G.'"

    A-let me tell you that, I never had it so good.
    Yeah, an' I know you never could,
    Until you get hep, an' a-with that jive,
    An' dig a band like the Church Street Five.

    Don'tcha know that I danced,
    I danced till a quarter to three.

    A-with the help, that night, with Daddy "G."
    Everybody was a-happy as a-they could be.
    But they were swingin' with a-Daddy "G."

    A-blow Daddy!

    A big beat, Daddy! Yah!
    A-yay-yay-yay-yay-yeah!
    A-just a little bit of soul, now!
    Ahhh, yeah!

    A-let me tell you that I never had it so good.
    Yeah, and I know you never could,
    Until you get hep an' a-with that jive,
    An' dig a band like the Church Street Five.

    Don'tcha know that I danced,
    I danced till a quarter to three.
    A-with the help, that night, with Daddy "G."
    Everybody was a-happy as a-they could be.
    But they were swingin' with a-Daddy "G."
    A-blow Daddy!
    A-blow, blow Daddy!
    A-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay-yeah!
    Oooohh, yeah!

    A-blow Daddy!