I'm kicking off from centre field
   A question of being down for the game
   The one shot deal don't matter
   And the other one's the same
  
   Oh! My friend I see you
   Want you to come through (alright)
   And she's standing in the shadows
   Where the street lights all turn blue
  
   She leaving for an American (uhuh)
   Suitcase in her hand
   I said her brothers and her sisters
   Are all on Atlantic sand
  
   She's screaming through the alley way
   I hear the lonely cry, why can't you?
   And her batteries are corroded
   And her hundred watt bulb just blew
  
   Lallallal.. alright...huhuhhuh
  
   She used to hang out at Miss Lucy's
   Every weekend they would get loose
   And it was a straight clear case of
   Having taken in too much juice
  
   It was outside, and it was outside
   Just the nature of the person
   Now all you got to remember
   After all, it's just show biz
  
   Lallalal...huhuh...lallal
  
   We're just screaming through the alley way
   I hear her lonely cry, ah why can't you?
   And she's standing in the shadows
   Canal street lights all turn blue
   And she's standing in the shadows
   Where the street lights all turn blue
   And she's standing in the shadows
   Down where the street lights all turn blue
   Hey, hey, yeah