Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lloyd Cole
Vocals
Fred Maher
Drums
Paul Buckmaster
Conductor
Bashiri Johnson
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lloyd Cole
Composer
Paul Buckmaster
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lloyd Cole
Producer
Fred Maher
Producer
Paul Hardiman
Producer
Lyrics
I've got a little piece of paper with your name written on it
I've got a head full of attitude and nowhere to put it
Tell me, why don't you come down to Rue Morgue Avenue
Why don't you come down
Soil your pretty feet on the dirty ground of Rue Morgue Avenue
Well there's a chapel on the corner where I'm doing my crying
There's a limit to my patience, what do you say, Fay, let's get married
Down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They say the world keeps on turning, and everything remains the same
Well my heart's burning and I say everything must change
Why don't you come down to Rue Morgue Avenue
Why don't you come down
Soil your pretty feet on the dirty ground of Rue Morgue Avenue
Rita Mae, tell your sister she's unkind
Tell your sister, well, I don't mind
Tell your sister, she's got mine
I got a four letter word, starts with the letter L
Can't bring myself to say it because it's making my life hell
Why don't you come down to rue morgue avenue
Because I've been drinking all night and all day
Just trying to picture your sweet face
Down on Rue Morgue Avenue
Rita Mae, tell your sister she's unkind
Tell your sister, well, I don't mind
Tell your sister, she knows where, where I lie
Down on Rue Morgue Avenue
Written by: Lloyd Cole