I wanna shake like Liguardia

magic mouth in the sun

train ride to the courtyard

before you can run

down at the end of Lonely Street

where no one takes a walk

someone lyin' at your feet

and someone's gettin' off



just gimme some slack, yeah

just gimme some slack

just gimme, slack

that's all I want is slack



the seven floors of walkup

the odor musted cracks

and the peeping keyhole introverts

with the monkeys on their backs



and the rooftops strung with frauleins

the pastel pinned up sails

the eighteen color roses

against your face so pale



a just gimme some slack, that's right

uh gimme some slack

gimme, slack, oo yeah

all I want is slack



I wanna float like Euripides

all visions intact

I'm alright with Fellini fiends

a trippin' over the track



down at the end of L-onely Street

where no one takes a chance

someone's in the cheap light

someone wants to dance



just gimme some slack, that's right

all I want is slack

oh, gimme, slack

all I want is slack



gimme, slack

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