No Telling When (Precisely Nineteen Eighty-Five
New York city sunset
They say this city never sleeps
They tell ya not to mind the freaks
But Davey moved into Gracie
When they gave Eddie the axe
Ya gotta love the Democrats
Theres a couple on Fifth Avenue
They been sparrin' for a while
I really hope they reconcile
Really what is there to fight about
What's another coat of fur
Ya really gotta feel for her
Yeah, some kids got shot on the Two Train
But that's half a world away
That'll teach those other youngsters
With their noisey arcade games
Don't ya bother me for change
They got preacher on the corner
They got hustlers on the bus
That don't leave much room for us
Then the hookers took the theatres
They got a different kinda show
Man you really oughtta go
Trades say Lorne is back at Eight-H
Chevy's a movie man for hire
And at least we're rid of Piscopo
That Sinatra bit was tired
And Billy Martin's just been fired
The scoundrels down on Wall Street
Dressing up like fatty cats
Turn their nose at the ratty packs
If greed is good is good for me
Then who am I to say
I'll let em tuck my dough away
There's some dope sick ballerinas
Talking circles with their friends
They just escaped from Julliard
They're gonna pirouette and then
They'll dance their way down Broadway
But I cannot tell you when
No there's no telling when
They say this city never sleeps
They tell ya not to mind the freaks
But Davey moved into Gracie
When they gave Eddie the axe
Ya gotta love the Democrats
Theres a couple on Fifth Avenue
They been sparrin' for a while
I really hope they reconcile
Really what is there to fight about
What's another coat of fur
Ya really gotta feel for her
Yeah, some kids got shot on the Two Train
But that's half a world away
That'll teach those other youngsters
With their noisey arcade games
Don't ya bother me for change
They got preacher on the corner
They got hustlers on the bus
That don't leave much room for us
Then the hookers took the theatres
They got a different kinda show
Man you really oughtta go
Trades say Lorne is back at Eight-H
Chevy's a movie man for hire
And at least we're rid of Piscopo
That Sinatra bit was tired
And Billy Martin's just been fired
The scoundrels down on Wall Street
Dressing up like fatty cats
Turn their nose at the ratty packs
If greed is good is good for me
Then who am I to say
I'll let em tuck my dough away
There's some dope sick ballerinas
Talking circles with their friends
They just escaped from Julliard
They're gonna pirouette and then
They'll dance their way down Broadway
But I cannot tell you when
No there's no telling when
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Writer(s): Adam Baldwin
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