Lyrics Does This Bus Stop at 82nd Street? - Bruce Springsteen

Does This Bus Stop at 82nd Street?

Hey bus driver, keep the change, bless your children, give them names
Don’t trust men who walk with canes
Drink this and in a week you’ll have wings on your feet
Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine, adviser on the downdown train
Christmas crier bustin' cane
He’s in love again
Where dock workers' dreams mix with panthers' schemes to someday own the rodeo
Tainted women in Vistavison perform for out-of-state kids at the late show
Wizard imps and sweat-sock pimps
Mixed with interstallar mongrel nymphs
Rex said his lady left him limp
Well you know love’s like that
Well Mary Lou found out how to cope
She rides to heaven on a gyroscope
The daily news askes her for the dope
And she says «Man, the dope’s that there’s still hope»
Well now queen of diamonds, ace of spades
Newly discovered lovers of the everglades
They take out a full page ad in the trades to annouce their arrival
Senorita, spanish rose, wipes her eyes and blows he nose
Uptown in Harlem she throws a rose to some lucky youung matador