Lyrics:
We were young together once upon a long lost time Apple trees were blossoming and spring was on my mind Guitars on MacDougal Street, sandals in
just woke up Lucy shines her Zircon diamonds, in MacDougal's eye Verse 4 Hipsters carry long and boring crosses Movies stars, they come and go empty
mother. A patrol car passing by Halted to a stop. Said officer MacDougal in dismay: "The force can't do a decent job 'Cause the kids got no respect
MacKenzie? She talked when I putted and drove me to frenzie. But what of the lad known as Bobby MacDougal? It pays to be thrifty, but he was too frugal.
MacDougal? It pays to be thrifty, but he was too frugal. And werrren't ya daft about Megan McDerrmot? I tasted her cooking. T'would make me a hermit.
MacKenzie? She talked when I putted and drove me to frenzie. But what of the lad known as Bobby MacDougal? It pays to be thrifty, but he was too frugal.
was my reaction? I put the phone down. That was the only news that was fit to sing. They ask about Dylan, about MacDougal Street and Third. Question
MacKenzie? She talked when I putted and drove me to frenzie. But what of the lad known as Bobby MacDougal? It pays to be thrifty, but he was too frugal.
MacKenzie? She talked when I putted and drove me to frenzie. But what of the lad known as Bobby MacDougal? It pays to be thrifty, but he was too frugal.
MacKenzie? She talked when I putted and drove me to frenzie. But what of the lad known as Bobby MacDougal? It pays to be thrifty, but he was too frugal.
Your middle finger was clutching my thumb, through the park and over macdougal. The tourches were blazing above our street, just down from the sky.
down MacDougal 'bout half a block said to myself "That's where you come from" I got a vision right there and then in my mind's eye you in your finery,
It's that apartment and your smile That red staircase and your eyes It's the corner where you met me on MacDougal late that night It's that path
Sarah worked in a thrift shop on MacDougal & W4th Whenever she walked into a room she made everyone feel a little insecure We lived in this
To Macdougal yeah Your white sheets and your Marlboro Reds Your white sheets, fix me an egg I write the list Of the men I kissed The girls I was with I write
lovin' each other like, Lovin each other .... Hey '73! Back on Macdougal, the corner Minetta, Crammed in a doorway, out of the cold. Scrawling some words
I'm in that lamb jam, moto. World wide mogul, Sex in the city, call me bunny macdougal. I got what you need, So baby you know who to call tho. Cold
home Along MacDougal we are getting there, tell me where - Minetta Those were the good times Those were the good times Those
Those five or six young guys Hunched on the stoop That oven-hot summer night Whistled me over Nice And friendly So I stop MacDougal or Christopher
at bay, you never know If you don't see it, doesn't mean it's gone Walking down Macdougal street, yearning for some poetry, trying to take my breath upon
treat me right I'll do whatever it takes for you to call my name For you to call For you to call Father Mackenzie told me Father Macdougal too Even
(after a first verse, not on the album) Fifth and MacDougal, crossing the street, Last rose of summer I happen[ed] to meet She greeted my face with
Nothing but love in the sun In a burgeoning community Any given Saturday in Washington Square Park There's nothing doing anymore on Macdougal Street
will always walk the loine It was out at the newsstand, the corner of MacDougal and West Third He took back his hand and said goodbye, to this day I
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