Harry's House-Centerpiece

Heat-waves on the runway

As the wheels set down

He takes his baggage off the carousel

He takes a taxi into town

Yellow schools of taxi fishes

Jonah in a ticking whale

Caught up at the lights in the fishnet windows

Of Bloomingdale's

Watching those high-fashion girls

Skinny black models with raveen curls

And beauty parlour blondes with credit card eyes

Looking for the chique and the fancy to buy

He opens up his suitcase

In the continental suite

And people thirty stories down

Look like coloured currents in the street

A helicopter lands on the Pan Am roof

Like a dragonfly on a tomb

And businessmen in button-downs

Press into conference rooms

Battalions of paper-minded males

Talking commodities and sales

While at home their paper wives and their paper kids

Paper the walls to keep their gut reactions hidden

Yellow checkers for the kitchen

Climbing ivy for the bath

She is lost in House and Gardens

He's caught up in Chief of Staff

He drifts off into the memory

Of the way she looked in school

With her body oiled and shining

At the public swimming pool

The more I'm with you, pretty baby

The more I feel my love increase

I'm buildin' all my dreams around you

Our happiness will never cease

'Cause nothing's any good without you

Baby, you're my centrepiece

We'll find a house and garden somewhere

Along a country road a piece

A little cottage on the outskirts

Where we can really find release

'Cause nothing's any good without you

Baby, you're my centrepiece

When will you be home, Harry?

Get down off of there

God, I sure am sick of that sofa

When will you be home, Harry?

I said get down off of there!

Nothing's any good

When will you be home, Harry?

Nothing's any good

Shining hair and shining skin

Shining as she reeled him in

To tell him like she did today

Just what he could do with Harry's House

And Harry's take home pay