Bulbs

Kickin' off of centerfield
A question of bein' down for the game
The one-shot deal don't matter
All the other ones are the same

Oh my friend, I can see you
I want you to come through
She's standin' in the shadows
Where the streetlights all turn blue

She's leavin' pan-America
A suitcase in her hand
I said her brothers and her sisters
They're all on Atlantic sand

She’s screamin' through the alleyways
Oh, I can hear her lonesome cry
So why can't you? Her batteries are corroded
And her hundred-watt bulb just blew

Lie dee-lie-lie-lie, hey hey hey
Lie dee-lie-lie-lie lie dee-lie-lie-lie
Lie dee-lie-lie-lie

Used to hang out down at Miss Lucy's
Every weekend they'd get looze
They said it was a straight clear case of
They had taken in too much juice

And it was inside and it was outside
Just the nature of the person
And all you got to remember
After all it's, it's all showbiz

Lie dee-lie-lie-lie, hey hey hey
Lie dee-lie-lie-lie lie dee-lie-lie-lie
Lie dee-lie-lie-lie

Oh, she's screamin' through the alleyways
Yeah, I can hear her lonesome cry
So why can't you?
And she's standin' in the shadows
Where the streetlights, they all turn blue

And she's standin' in the shadows
Canal streetlights all turn blue
And she's standin' in the shadows
Where the streetlights all turn blue