New York City Serenade Songtext
von Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band
New York City Serenade Songtext
Billy, he′s down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she′s so intact
As she falls so softly beneath him
Jackie's heels are stacked
Billy's got cleats on his boots
Together, they′re gonna boogaloo down Broadway
And come back home with the loot
It′s midnight in Manhattan
This is no time to get cute
It's a mad dog′s promenade
So walk tall
Or baby, don't walk at all
Fish lady, oh, fish lady, fish lady
She baits them tenement walls
She won′t take corner boys
They got no money and they're so easy
I said, "Hey, babe, ah, baby won′t you take my hand, waltz with me down Broadway?
Well, mama take my arm and move with me down Broadway, yeah"
I'm a young man, I'm talking real loud
Yeah, baby, walk it real proud for you
Ah, so shake it away
So shake away your street life
Shake away the city life
And hook up to the train
Oh, hook up to the night train
Ah, hook it up, hook up to the
′Hook′ up to the train
But I know that she won't take the train, no, she won′t take the train
No, she won't take the train, no, she won′t take the train
Oh, she won't take the train, no, she won′t take the train
Oh, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
She′s afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down
And when she turns, this boy′ll be gone
So long
Sometimes you just gotta walk on
Walk
Hey, vibes man, hey, jazz man
Ah, play me a serenade
Any deeper blue
You'll be playin′ in your grave
Save your notes
Don't spend ′em on the blues boy
Save your notes
Don't spend ′em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy
Straight for the church note ringin′
Vibes man sting a trash can
Listen to your junk man
Oh, listen to your junk man
Listen to your junk man
Oh, listen to your junk man
He′s singin' (singin′)
He's singin′ (singin')
He′s singin' (singin')
All dressed up in satin, walkin′ down the alley (singin′)
Singin', singin′, sing, yeah, sing, yeah
Singin', singin′, singin', yeah, sing, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, yeah (singin′, singin', singin')
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, yeah (singin′, singin′, singin')
Ah, shake it, downtown, watch it, oh
Watch out for your junk man
Shake it, watch out, bah, ah, ah
Watch out for your junk man
Ah, shake that guitar, shake that damn guitar, ah
Watch out for your junk man
Ah, shake, talkin′ about it, ah, ah, come on, little girl, watch out
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, ah, yeah
Oh, huh, oh, huh
Shake that damn guitar
Ah, watch out for your junk man
Watch out for your junk man
Uh, huh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, huh, huh, huh
Watch out for your junk man
Watch out to your junk man
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she′s so intact
As she falls so softly beneath him
Jackie's heels are stacked
Billy's got cleats on his boots
Together, they′re gonna boogaloo down Broadway
And come back home with the loot
It′s midnight in Manhattan
This is no time to get cute
It's a mad dog′s promenade
So walk tall
Or baby, don't walk at all
Fish lady, oh, fish lady, fish lady
She baits them tenement walls
She won′t take corner boys
They got no money and they're so easy
I said, "Hey, babe, ah, baby won′t you take my hand, waltz with me down Broadway?
Well, mama take my arm and move with me down Broadway, yeah"
I'm a young man, I'm talking real loud
Yeah, baby, walk it real proud for you
Ah, so shake it away
So shake away your street life
Shake away the city life
And hook up to the train
Oh, hook up to the night train
Ah, hook it up, hook up to the
′Hook′ up to the train
But I know that she won't take the train, no, she won′t take the train
No, she won't take the train, no, she won′t take the train
Oh, she won't take the train, no, she won′t take the train
Oh, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
She′s afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down
And when she turns, this boy′ll be gone
So long
Sometimes you just gotta walk on
Walk
Hey, vibes man, hey, jazz man
Ah, play me a serenade
Any deeper blue
You'll be playin′ in your grave
Save your notes
Don't spend ′em on the blues boy
Save your notes
Don't spend ′em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy
Straight for the church note ringin′
Vibes man sting a trash can
Listen to your junk man
Oh, listen to your junk man
Listen to your junk man
Oh, listen to your junk man
He′s singin' (singin′)
He's singin′ (singin')
He′s singin' (singin')
All dressed up in satin, walkin′ down the alley (singin′)
Singin', singin′, sing, yeah, sing, yeah
Singin', singin′, singin', yeah, sing, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, yeah (singin′, singin', singin')
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, yeah (singin′, singin′, singin')
Ah, shake it, downtown, watch it, oh
Watch out for your junk man
Shake it, watch out, bah, ah, ah
Watch out for your junk man
Ah, shake that guitar, shake that damn guitar, ah
Watch out for your junk man
Ah, shake, talkin′ about it, ah, ah, come on, little girl, watch out
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, ah, yeah
Oh, huh, oh, huh
Shake that damn guitar
Ah, watch out for your junk man
Watch out for your junk man
Uh, huh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, huh, huh, huh
Watch out for your junk man
Watch out to your junk man
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