The Cool is dead, baby, go on to sleep. Rest your weary head and love a better me. And in the morning we'll start over again. That's how they do it up on the screen.
Did you grow up lonesome and one of a kind?. Were your records all you had to pass the time?. Or maybe you were taken by the mysteries of New Orleans.
Now the lights go low on the avenue. And the cars pass by in the rain. University boys and the girls fill the bars. While I'm just waiting on the light to change.