Coney Island Baby lyrics

Depot, depot, what am I doing here?
Depot, depot, what am I doing here?
I ain`t coming, I ain`t going
My confusion is showing
Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue
I`m gonna paint myself blue
At the depot


I watch the taxis pull up and idle
I can`t claim title to a single memory
He offered me a key
Cause opportunity don`t knock
He has no tongue and she cannot talk
You`re gonna shuffle when you walk
At the depot


This peeping-Tom needs a peephole
And an uptempo song
To move me along
When I find this depot baby
I`m on a roll just like a pool ball baby
I`m gonna be there at the roll call maybe
At the depot


Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue
Oh, tell me what a poor boy to do
At the depot
I`m on a roll just like a pool ball baby
I`m gonna be there at the roll call maybe
At the depot
The depot
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