Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters - Live at Little Five Points Pub, Atlanta, GA - 1989

Okay, we're gonna do this song by
Elton John and Bernie Taupin
And, um (for your friends?)
Yeah, for our friends, thank you
And it's called "Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters"

And now I know Spanish Harlem
Are more than just pretty words to say
I thought I knew but now I know
That rose trees never grow in New York City

Until you've seen this trash can dream come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good mornin' to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light

This Broadway's got, got a lot of songs to sing
And if I knew the tunes I might join in
I'd go my way alone, grow my own
My own seeds shall be sown in New York City

Subway's no way for this good man to go down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good mornin' to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light

And now I know Spanish Harlem
Are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew but now I know
That rose trees never grow in New York City

Subway's no where for this good man to go down, down, down
A rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown, drown
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good mornin' to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light

They know not if it's dark outside or light

Thank you
Thanks