Doc Pomus Lyrics - Lonely Avenue - Ben Folds

Man in a wheelchair 

Lobby of the forest 

With freighters, hustlers, hard up millionaires 

Mobsters, cops, 

Whores, pimps, and Marxists 

All human life is there 

In the forest all you need is eyes and ears 

Man in a wheelchair listens to the chatter 

Writes down all the insane crap he hears. 

He can't move around but it doesn't really matter 

In the farthest stall you needed his eyes and ears 

And out they pour the hits and the misses 

Turn me loose, lonely avenue 

And down in Nashville, Elvis sings "Suspicion" 

Pomus, Shuman, 1962 

And he could never be one of those happy cripples 

The kind that smile and tell you life's okay. 

He was mad as hell. 

Frightened and bitter, 

He found a way to make his feelings pay. 

Back at the forest in the steakhouse of a lobby 

A diner gets 3 bullets in the head. 

Doc looks down eating his linguine 

Thinking up a lyric for the dead. 

And out they pour the hits and the misses 

Turn me loose, lonely avenue 

And down in Nashville, Elvis sings "Suspicion" 

Pomus, Shuman, 1962 

1962 

Friendly Jack Benny, crazy Phil Spector 

? and Eydie Gorme 

Damon Runyon Junior and the ? orchestra 

All super human life is there 

In the forest all you need is eyes and ears 

And he could never be one of those happy cripples 

The kind that smile and tell you life's okay 

He was mad as hell, frightened and bitter. 

He found a way to make his isolation pay. 

And out they pour the hits and the misses 

Turn me loose, lonely avenue 

And down in Nashville, Elvis sings "Suspicion" 

Pomus, Shuman, 1962 

And out they pour the hits and the misses 

Turn me loose, lonely avenue 

And down in Nashville, Elvis sings "Suspicion" 

Pomus, Shuman, 1962