Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rickie Lee Jones
Rickie Lee Jones
Guitar
David Sanborn
David Sanborn
Alto Saxophone
Arno Lucas
Arno Lucas
Background Vocals
Joe Turano
Joe Turano
Background Vocals
Leslie Smith
Leslie Smith
Background Vocals
Tom Scott
Tom Scott
Tenor Saxophone
Chuck Rainey
Chuck Rainey
Bass
Art Rodriguez
Art Rodriguez
Drums
Steve Gadd
Steve Gadd
Drums
Victor Feldman
Victor Feldman
Percussion
Jerry Hey
Jerry Hey
Trumpet
Randy Brecker
Randy Brecker
Trumpet
David Kalish
David Kalish
Guitar
Weldon Parks
Weldon Parks
Guitar
Howard Feiten
Howard Feiten
Guitar
Steve Lukather
Steve Lukather
Guitar
Sal Bernardi
Sal Bernardi
Vocals
Clarence McDonald
Clarence McDonald
Keyboards
Neil Larsen
Neil Larsen
Keyboards
Randy Kerber
Randy Kerber
Keyboards
Russell Ferrante
Russell Ferrante
Keyboards
Lenny Castro
Lenny Castro
Percussion
Donald Fagen
Donald Fagen
Synthesizer
Michael Boddicker
Michael Boddicker
Synthesizer
Rob Mounsey
Rob Mounsey
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rickie Lee Jones
Rickie Lee Jones
Songwriter
Nick DeCaro
Nick DeCaro
Orchestrator
Ralph Burns
Ralph Burns
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Russ Titelman
Russ Titelman
Producer
Lenny Waronker
Lenny Waronker
Producer
Elliot Scheiner
Elliot Scheiner
Engineer
Ken Deane
Ken Deane
Engineer
Lee Herschberg
Lee Herschberg
Mastering Engineer
Loyd Clifft
Loyd Clifft
Engineer
Mark Linett
Mark Linett
Engineer
Steven Ettinger
Steven Ettinger
Engineer
JoAnn Tominaga
JoAnn Tominaga
Producer
Vicki Forston
Vicki Forston
Producer

Lyrics

Come on, Joey, get out of school, we got places to go
A '57 Lincoln, it's got a radio that hurts
And the girls like to touch it
Just to find out if it works
Don't look at me, it wasn't me
Joey live on the edge of the corner
Of living on the run
I like to ride in the middle
I'm just tryin' to have some fun
Until the Pirates come and take me
And I won't need a pilot
'Cause I got a pirate who might sail
Somewhere I heard far away
You answer me, oh, I'm holding on
To your rainbow sleeves
Well, goodbye boys
Oh, my buddy boys
Oh, my sad-eyed Sinatras
It's a cold globe around the sea
You keep the shirt that I bought you
But I know you'll get the chance to make it
And nothin's gonna stop you
You just reach right out and take it
You say, so long lonely avenue
Hey, so long lonely avenue
But I see
Wait and see
Be lookin' for me
Just like you
Just like me
Yeah
Written by: Rickie Lee Jones
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