Does This Bus Stop At 82nd Street? |
Hey bus driver, keep the change, bless your children, give them names
Don't trust men who walk with canes
Drink this and you'll grow wings on your feet
Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine, advertiser on a downtown train
Oh, Christmas crier bustin' cane, he's in love again
Where dock worker's dreams mix with panther's schemes to someday own the rodeo
Tainted women in VistaVision perform for out-of-state kids at the late show
Wizard imps and sweat sock pimps, interstellar mongrel nymphs
Oh, Rex said that lady left him limp
Love's like that
Sure it is
Oh, Queen of Diamonds, Ace of Spades, newly discovered lovers of the Everglades
They take out a full page ad in the trades to announce their arrival
And Mary Lou, she found out how to cope, she rides to heaven on a gyroscope
The Daily News asks her for the dope
She says, "Man, the dope's that there's still hope"
Senorita, Spanish rose, wipes her eyes and blows her nose
Uptown in Harlem she throws a rose to some lucky young matador
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Does This Bus Stop At 82nd Street? (Tracks) |
Hey bus driver, keep the change, bless your children, give them names
Don't trust men who walk with canes
Drink this and in a week you'll have wings on your feet
Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine, advertiser on the downtown train
Christmas crier bustin' cane
He's in love again
Well, dock worker's dreams mix with panther's schemes to someday own the rodeo
Tainted women in VistaVision perform for out-of-state kids at the late show
Well, wizard imps and sweat sock pimps
Mixed with interstellar mongrel nymphs
Rex said his lady left him limp
Well you know, love's like that
Well, Mary Lou found out how to cope
She rides to heaven on a gyroscope
The Daily News asks her for the dope
And she says, "Man, the dope's that there's still hope"
Well now Queen of Diamonds, Ace of Spades
Newly discovered lovers of the Everglades
Take out a full page ad in the trades to announce their arrival
Well, and Senorita, Spanish rose, wipes her eyes and blows her nose
Uptown in Harlem she throws a rose to some lucky young matador
| Visit SpringsteenLyrics.com for other versions of this song. |