Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Apple Stretching, artist - Grace Jones. Album song The Grace Jones Story, in the genre Диско
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Universal-Island
Song language: English
The Apple Stretching |
The sun comes swaggering across the harbour |
And kisses the lady waiting in the narrows |
She already plenty shaky stands there |
Blushing, clutching the torch of liberty |
Uptown Luigi who dont speak english so good |
Is having an accident |
Backing his dumptruck into the fence |
The tin cans go clattering down the lane |
A drowsy bum thinks its thunder |
And pulls the news over his head to stop the rain |
No, it ain’t judgement day |
No, it ain’t Armageddon |
It’s just the apple stretching and yawning, just morning |
New York putting it’s feet on the floor |
It’s just the apple stretching and yawning, just morning |
New York putting it’s feet on the floor |
Suburban refugees fleeing the cracked cisterns |
Worm ridden fruit trees stream out Grand Central |
Please to be breathing bagels and pollution |
In Time Square new graffiti, old revolutions |
A bag lady is cursing the waiter for giving her a free coffee |
Lucky he’s a Jesus freak moonlighting |
At the Acme discount store over in Queens |
The burglar alarm starts to scream |
A cop picks out his gun fires one and yells, «FREEZE!» |
No, it ain’t Worl War Four |
No, it ain’t World War Four |
It’s just the apple stretching and yawning, just morning |
New York putting its feet on the floor |
Nearby the Hudson a hooker makes a 'U' |
To help a blind man to his pew in the park |
Some long ago home training jars the memory |
The bag lady says 'Thank you' and curties |
The herd of beaten tourists limp homeward |
Having bitten off more than they could chew |
Moaning them old big city blues |
Miss Liberty depicts her qualms and grins |
Another subway starts rattling |
And Luigi’s cans go clattering down the hill |
No, it ain’t some kind of ill wind |
No, it ain’t the world coming to an end |
Just the apple stretching and yawning, just morning |
New York putting its feet on the floor |