Lyrics:
And those wise Greenwich guys really open up your eyes painting portraits of
their pretty little chicks
So to each creator and imitator who daubs
the humorous
Quality of this album
Should be addressed to British
Airways, Ingraham's Drive, greenwich
Hey, back in, ah baby, come on
Are you back in Greenwich, droppin' acid?
Are you at the Archive, watchin' television?
Did you leave for Battery with
Aw, we walked the streets of Greenwich Village
Holdin' hands like school kids in the summer August sun
Smilin' at the passing strangers on their
Nobody wants a user
Nobody needs a loser
So kick him out that door
An' don't answer it no more
Drug stabbin' time
It's a Greenwich Mean Time
Your
(That, that's good.)
(One, I want to sing along--you know why? You're missing part of it.)
(That pays off, ah, P.O.G.)
(We'll have Greenwich
on to my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side
Greenwich Village
I
Chills
New York back in August, tenth floor balcony
Smoke is floating over Jane and Greenwich street
Goosebumps from your wild eyes when they're
of joy
We'll go to Greenwich
Where modern men itch
To be free
And Bowling Green you'll see
With me
We'll bathe at Brighton
The fish you'll
big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy
We'll go to the Greenwich
Where modern man itch to be
said, "Daddy, I need you" (Yes)
Greenwich, I need you strangled up in ivy
I'm the garden of Eden lady Liberty
Teal with flame, I'm shinin' queen, queen
to Greenwich it lingers
For seconds in a small moonlit room
She remembers how love feels for you
The days of the Crow Valley sweetheart
They mean something
of joy
We'll go to Greenwich
Where modern men itch
To be free
And Bowling Green you'll see
With me
We'll bathe at Brighton
The fish you'll
Greenwich time.
Bared the glare of cold war trash, put it on the table,
Stained the course leaking, work-a-day degradation.
With the ballot box open,
of joy
We'll go to Greenwich
Where modern men itch
To be free
And Bowling Green you'll see
With me
We'll bathe at Brighton
The fish you'll
blue?
Nobody does have to know
That our love's alive
Keep it on the low if you want to hide
Got that same address if you want to write
One Greenwich
on Greenwich Avenue
Wishing and dreaming of you
Living without you is like TV
In black and white dark when I found you
Touch me and turned on the light
When I’m
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
CHORUS 2
We'll go to Greenwich,
Where modern men itch
To be free,
And Bowling Green you'll see with
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
CHORUS 2
We'll go to Greenwich,
Where modern men itch
To be free,
And Bowling Green you'll see with
is strictly for the tourists from the sticks
And those wise Greenwich guys really open up your eyes
Painting portraits of their pretty little chicks.
the stupid things I've ever said
Now make me wish that I was dead
It's nighttime, Greenwich Mean time
A man puts on a detour sign
And the waterfalls
I recall
You were floating on your cloud afraid again
I recall
You were on about your gospel book again
Looks like I'm right
Greenwich Mean Time
I'm on Greenwich Mean Time missing you, missing you
Someone decided to save my life, pink and blue, pink and blue
There's a parting in the sky just
fine
We fit together like nickles on a dime
We're so good, we're so nice
We talk the mumbo jumbo Greenwich Mean Time
We're all fine, we're all fine
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