Down on Cyprus Avenue  With a childlike vision leaping into view  Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe  Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George    Marching with the soldier boy behind  He's much older with hat on drinking wine  And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through  The cool night air like Shalimar    And outside they're making all the stops  The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops  Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops  Happy taken Madame George    That's when you fall  Whoa, that's when you fall  Yeah, that's when you fall  When you fall into a trance    A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance  With your folded arms and history books  You glance into the eyes of Madame George    And you think you found the bag  You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag  In the corner playing dominoes in drag  The one and only Madame George    And then from outside the frosty window raps  She jumps up and says, Lord, have mercy I think it's the cops  And immediately drops everything she gots  Down into the street below    And you know you gotta go  On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row  Throwing pennies at the bridges down below  And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow    Say goodbye to Madame George  Dry your eye for Madame George  Wonder why for Madame George    And as you leave, the room is filled with music  Laughing, music, dancing, music all around the room  And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all    So cold, and as you're about to leave  She jumps up and says, hey love, you forgot your gloves  And the gloves to love, to love the gloves    To say goodbye to Madame George  Dry your eye for Madame George  Wonder why for Madame George  Dry your eyes for Madame George    Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street  In the backstreet, in the back street  Say goodbye to Madame George    In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street  Down home, down home in the back street  Gotta go, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye  Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye    Say goodbye to Madame George  And the loves to love to love the love  Say goodbye, ooo, mmm  Say goodbye goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to Madame George    Dry your eye for Madame George  Wonder why for Madame George  The love's to love, the love's to love, the love's to love  Say goodbye, goodbye    Get on the train  Get on the train, the train, the train  This is the train, this is the train  Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye  Get on the train, get on the train      © UNIVERSAL-SONGS OF POLYGRAM INT'L;    these lyrics are submitted by OarSmaN