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