| The cats are all crazy, Mona Lisa
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| They try to say my future is stone
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| They say they make all the rights calls
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| To all the right numbers that the fat cats know
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| But these wheels were meant for burning, these wings weren’t meant to last
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| And in the end it’s all fireworks and smokerings, it’s a treacherous road, baby,
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| try not to crash
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| So keep your singin' voice golden, keep your red shoes on
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| I just wanna sing Motown Soul, and buy my baby something nice to take home
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| I wanna dance with poor girls, senora
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| I just wanna dance…
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| See, after all it’s a crazy dream, baby, all the good cards burn up in a flash
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| Oh, my, my, it’s getting late, Cinderella
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| How long before these dresses turn right back to rags?
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| Cause don’t forget about my homeboy, we almost died at them gates
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| Thank the good Lord for sending His angels in a '49 Mercury for lightning-fast
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| getaways
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| They not your friends, they all wanna sell your blood
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| Isn’t that why everybody signs up?
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| Forget it, baby, keep your eyes on that Cadillac
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| And keep them feet dancing for they too old…
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| So keep your singin' voice golden, keep your red shoes on
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| I just wanna sing rock and roll, and buy my baby something nice to take home
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| So keep your singin' voice golden, keep your red shoes on
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| I just wanna sing rhythm and blues, and buy my baby something nice to take home
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| We keep our singin' voice golden, we got our red shoes on
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| I just wanna sing rhythm and blues, and crack this old heart, baby,
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| made of stone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tin Pan Alley , by - Brian Fallon. Song from the album Georgia, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня