Madame George

Down on Cyprus Avenue

With the child-like visions leaping into view

Clicking, clacking of the high-heeled shoe

Ford and Fitzroy and Madame George

Marching with the soldier boy behind

He's much older now with hat on, drinking wine

And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through

Oh, the cool night air like Shalimar

And outside they're making all the stops

The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops

Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops

Happy taken Madame George

Oh, that's when you fall

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, that's when you fall

Yeah, that's when you fall

When you fall into a trance

A-sitting on a sofa playing games of chance

With your folded arms and history books you glance

Into the eyes of Madame George

And you think you've found the bag

You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag

In a corner playing dominoes in drag

The one and only Madame George

Then from outside the frosty window raps

She jumps up and says, "Lord, have mercy, I think that it's the cops"

And immediately drops everything she gots

Down into the street below

And you know you gotta go

On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row

Throwing pennies at the bridges down below

And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow

Say goodbye to Madame George

Dry your eye for Madame George

Wonder why for Madame George

Whoa

And as you leave, the room is filled with music

Laughing, music, dancing, music all around the room

And all the little boys coming 'round

Walking away from it all, so cool

And as you're about to leave

She jumps up and says, "Hey, love, you forgot your glove"

And the love that loves the love

That loves the love

That loves the love

That loves to love

The love that loves to love

The love that loves

You say goodbye to Madame George

You dry your eye for Madame George

Wonder why for Madame George

Dry your eyes for Madame George

Say goodbye

In the wind and the rain in the back-street

In the back-street, in the back-street

Say goodbye to Madame George

In the back-street, in the back-street, in the back-street

Yeah, down home

Down home in the back-street

Gotta go

Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye

Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye

Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye

Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye

Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye

Say goodbye to Madame George

And the love that loves the love

That loves to love

That loves to love

The love that loves the love

To love the love

That loves to love

Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Ooh

Mmm

Mmm

Mmm, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Yeah, to Madame George

Dry your eye for Madame George

Wonder why for Madame George

Ah, the love that loves to love

That loves to love

The love that loves to love

The love that loves to love

Say goodbye, goodbye

Get on the train, get on it

Get on the train, the train, the train, the train

The train, get on

This is the train, this is the train, get on

This is the train

Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Get on the train, get on the train