Lyrics:
Dorothy was a waitress on the promenade
She worked the night shift
Dishwater blonde, tall and fine
She got a lot of tips
Well, earlier I'd been
And ships all over his chest
Who approached me out on the promenade
Of the beach heading into the west
His friends lay around on the muscleman lawn
without running out of patience
Move in silence without running up in places
Cake by the layers
Rich but never famous
Hustle anonymous still remain nameless
what them racket boys can do.
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the d.a. can't get no relief.
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
a buttonhole, and torn by a slug
Fired from the barrel of a two dollar gun
That scorched a blister on the grip of a punk by now
Is learnin' what you have to pay
let's go, let's go
Ha hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Drive by, hit you with the two piece combo
While I'm hangin' out the window of your
what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
smilin' down on everything we do
With great big harvest moon
And happy lover's too
While sweethearts promenade 2 by 2
Look at you look at me
We're
on the promenade
And the gamblin' commissions hangin' on by the skin of their teeth
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies, someday
what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
let's go, let's go
Ha hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Drive by, hit you with the two piece combo
While I'm hangin' out the window of your
Promenade
Lead me from tortured dreams
Childhood themes of nights alone
Wipe away endless years
Childhood tears as dry as stone
From seeds
Brooklyn by the sea
Dimanche après-midi
C'est une vieille promenade
Sur de longues planches malades
C'est la mer Noire en petit
Tout le long de
know why I feel so penniless inside"
She's on the promenade
She's looking for a dress
She's locked outside a world
Just a Manchester girl
Oh,
picking a fight
You were only complimenting the waitress
Give us a room with a mountain view
A tiny cabana by the water
Yeah, by the water
And I got
Promenade
Lead me from tortured dreams
Childhood themes of nights alone.
Wipe away endless years,
Childhood tears as dry as stone.
From
brighten up their day
In your red toupee
In your red toupee
Promenades in furs and laces
People put on airs and graces
Bedroom eyes in boardroom
the bottom of your shoes
Chorus
Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
How she hangs that music (crystal) in the air
Promenade down to the lonesome
going up in smoke
Or you're feeling down
Lost and rejected
And all you want to be is respected
By society and the community
Because ain't that
Yeah yeah, nah nah
Yeah yeah, nah nah
New York cat with some tie-dye, smokin' grass singin' la la
Decades pass and they fly by, Stay connected like
I see mushrooms, atomic mushrooms.
I see rockets, missiles in the sky.
Day by day, more and more,
Where will this lead to
And what is this good
I see mushrooms, atomic mushrooms.
I see rockets, missiles in the sky.
Day by day, more and more,
Where will this lead to
And what is this good
on the promenade
And the gambling commission's hanging on by the skin of its teeth
Well, now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
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