Bulbs

I'm kicking off from center field

A question of being down for the game

One shot deal don't matter

And the other one's the same

Oh, my friend I see you

Want you to come through, alright

And they're staring at shadows

Where the street lights all turn blue

She's leaving, plane to America

Suitcase in her hand

I said her brothers and her sisters

Are all on Atlantic sand

Screaming through the alley way

I hear the lonely cry, why can't you?

And her batteries are corroded

And her hundred-watt bulb just blew

Yeah, yeah, yeah

La-la-la-la-la

Hey, hey, hey

La-la-la-la-la

Alright, la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

She used to hang out down at miss Lucy's

Every weekend, they would get loose

And it was a straight clear case of

Having taken in too much juice

It was outside, and it was outside

Just the nature of the person

Now all you got to remember

After all, it's all showbiz

La-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

Hey, hey, hey, hey

La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

We're just screaming through the alley way

I hear the lonely cry, why can't you?

And they're staring at shadows

Canal street lights all turn blue

And they're standing in the shadows

Where the street lights all turn blue

And they're standing in the shadows

Down where street lights all turn blue

Hey, hey