All Quiet On 34th Street

While the traffic light blinks
I'm inside and I'm gettin' a drink
Not knowing what awaits me
When I walk outside

I'm tryin' to score, I got my eye
On some shapely baby by the door
Before I get outside
She's already got my money

Try not to take it so hard, dude
She a pretty and quick
But she sure wasn't rude
Go back where you came from boys
What you tryin' to do?

All quiet on 34th street
You didn't score but you sure got beat
All quiet on 34th street
Losin' ain't fun specially when you cheat

Meanwhile back in my room
I'm gettin' caught up in my own gloom
Sleepin' in a chair, wonderin' where the hell you are
I'm goin' back down to the bar
Gonna ask the man for some liquor in the jar
I ain't foolin' nobody but myself

Try not to take it so hard, dude
She a pretty and quick
But she sure wasn't rude
Go back where you came from boys
What you tryin' to do?



Credits
Writer(s): Rusty Steele, Lee Foy
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