Coney Island Baby (Live) [09/25/84 Capitol Theatre, Passaic, NJ] Songtext
von Lou Reed

You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
You believe it or not, I wanted to play football for the coach
And all those older guys, they said that he was mean and cruel but you know
I wanted to play football, for the coach

They said I was a little too lightweight to play lineback
And so I was playin′ right-end
Wanted to play football for the coach
'Cause, you know some day, man
You gotta stand up straight unless you′re gonna fall
Then you're going to die

And the straightest dude I ever knew
Was standing right for me, all the time
So I had to play football for the coach
And I wanted to play football for the coach

When you're all alone and lonely
In your midnight hour
And you find that your soul
It has been up for sale


And you′re getting to think about
All the things that you done
And you′re getting to hate
Just 'bout everything

But remember the princess who lived on the hill
Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong

And right now she just might come shining through
And the glory of love
Glory of love
Glory of love just might come through

And all your two-bit friends have gone and ripped you off
They′re talking behind your back saying
"Man, you are never going to be no human being"

And you start thinking again about all those things that you've done
And who it was and what it was
And all the different things that made every different scene

Ah, but remember that the city is a funny place

Something like a circus or a sewer

And just remember, different people have peculiar taste
And the glory of love
The glory of love
The glory of love might see you through


Yeah, but now, now
Glory of love
The glory of love
The glory of love might see y′all through

Glory of love, uh-huh-huh
The glory of love
Glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, now, glory of love, now
Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love
Glory of love, give it to me now
Glory of love to see you through, huh

Oh, my Coney Island baby, now
I'm a Coney Island baby, now
I′d like to send this one out to Lou and Rachel
And all the kids at P.S. 1902 (Coney Island baby)
Man, I'd swear, I'd give the whole thing up for you