On The Street Where I Live

There's a 90 pound weakling in a muscle car
There's a monkey making drinks behind a monkey bar
There's a cowgirl shooting at a shooting star
On the street where I live, on the street where I live

There's a man of steel, there's a man of the cloth
There's envy, greed, gluttony and sloth
There's a topless dancer with her bottoms off
On the street where I live, on the street where I live

On the street where I live
There's guy with a crucifix and a gun
But he's not shooting anyone
He's a Christian soldier

But there's a German girl selling red balloons
There's a French guy belting out Italian tunes
There hasn't been this much excitement for many moons
On the street where I live

Oh I remember days we'd while away the afternoon
Those days were done too soon

Now there's the parish priest drinking rum and Cokes
He's at the bar telling dirty jokes
And the neighborhood is crawling with circus folks
On the street where I live, on the street where I live

On the street where I live
There's a lady with a suitcase in her hand
She's still waiting for a man
Who left in 1980

But when I look outside my bosom swells
This is paradise unparalleled
There's a mailbox with name misspelled
On the street where I live, on the street where I live

I remember days we'd while away the afternoon
I remember days we'd while away the afternoon
I remember days we'd while away the afternoon
Those days were done too soon
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