Solo Puedo Esperar
His space is at the Palace.
He sleeps for twenty five cents.
Now he's wiping headlights, windshields with an old rag.
It ain't nine to five.
Down and dirty, he's an old tramp.
He poses like a dead man.
The night train passes by. Money's not the answer for princes and dancers.
He's standing under street lights.
He's thinking of his old life.
He lost his pretty young wife.
The corner is his big plan.
His brunch with Jim and jitters.
Boston blue laws ain't for shitters.
And newsprint is for cheaters.
Cement
Street Boogie
Music by Pete Bellotte, Stefan Wisnet and Gunther Moll
Lyrics by Pete Bellotte
Available on the album Victim Of Love
Street guys, walking, dancing
Sidewalk, music, hot thing
They got their boxes tuned into their favorite show
As they truck on down the road
Is that the radio
Yes that's the radio
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Street boogie got a hold on me
Street boogie gonna set me free
Street boogie keep a hold on me
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright with me
Street boogie, it's the city beat
Street boogie, on the boogie street
Street boogie, yeah and that's for me
Street boogie, street boogie, street boogie, street boogie
Traffic, skater, rolling
Sharing, music, sure thing
He got his shoulder holster turned a way up loud
As he wheels his way around
Is that the radio
Yes that's the radio
Catch the sound, catch the sound, catch the sound
Boogie, street boogie
Boogie, street boogie