About Felix

She's pickin' up the roses on his coffin

How they met when they were children

At only seventeen

And I am asking myself, where would I be

Ten years from now, me and my lady?

You try to be good, you buy what you see

And heavenly, all suddenly life gives you up

Forget about Felix

It's hard to do

Forget about Felix

It haunts me too

The rabbï reads the scriptures

From an old book

As I'm lookin' at his picture

One of the last ones that she took

And I'm walkin' back home, man, look at my feet

Freezin' in the winter cold, one-hundred and tenth street

And I'm tryin' my best to learn what it means

When suddenly, surprisingly, life gives you up

Forget about Felix

It's hard to do

Forget about Felix

It haunts me too

Forget about Felix

It's hard to do

Forget about Felix

It haunts me to