I'm kicking off from centre field

A question of being down for the game

The one shot deal don't matter

And the other one's the same

Oh! My friend I see you

Want you to come through (alright)

And she's standing in the shadows

Where the street lights all turn blue



She leaving for an American (uhuh)

Suitcase in her hand

I said her brothers and her sisters

Are all on Atlantic sand



She's screaming through the alley way

I hear the lonely cry, why can't you?

And her batteries are corroded

And her hundred watt bulb just blew



Lallallal.. alright...huhuhhuh



She used to hang out at Miss Lucy's

Every weekend they would get loose

And it was a straight clear case of

Having taken in too much juice



It was outside, and it was outside

Just the nature of the person

Now all you got to remember

After all, it's just show biz



Lallalal...huhuh...lallal



We're just screaming through the alley way

I hear her lonely cry, ah why can't you?

And she's standing in the shadows

Canal street lights all turn blue

And she's standing in the shadows

Where the street lights all turn blue

And she's standing in the shadows

Down where the street lights all turn blue

Hey, hey, yeah



(Transcribed by ear, with final corrections based on lyrics published in Anthology