| There’s a downtown fairy singing out Proud Mary
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| as she cruises Christopher Street
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| and some Southern Queen is acting loud and mean
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| where the docks and the badlands meet
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| This Halloween is something to be sure
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| especially to be here without you
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| There’s a Greta Garbo and an Alfred Hitchcock
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| and some black Jamaican stud
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| There’s five Cinderellas and some leather drags
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| I almost fell into my mug
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| There’s a Crawford, Davis and a tacky Cary Grant
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| and some Homeboys lookin’for trouble down here from the Bronx
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| But there ain’t no Hairy and no Virgin Mary
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| you won’t hear those voices again
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| and Johny Rio and Rotten Rita
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| you’ll never see those faces again
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| This Halloween is something to be sure
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| especially to be here without you
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| There’s the Born Again Losers and the Lavender Boozers
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| and some crack team from Washington Heights
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| the boys from Avenue B and the girls from Avenue D Tinkerbell in tights
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| This celebration somehow gets me down
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| Especially when I see you’re not around
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| There’s no Peter Pedantic saying things romantic |
| In Latin, Greek or Spic
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| There’s no Three Bananas or Brandy Alexander
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| Dishing all their tricks
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| It’s a different feeling that I have today
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| Especially when I know you’ve gone away
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| There’s a girl from Soho with a teeshirt saying I Blow
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| She’s with the jive five 2 plus 3
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| And the girls for pay dates are giving cut rates
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| Or else doing it for free
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| The past keeps knock knock knocking on my door
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| And I don’t want to hear it anymore
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| No consolations please
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| for feelin’funky
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| I got to get my head above my knees
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| But it makes me mad and mad makes me sad
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| And then I start to freeze
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| In the back of my mind I was afraid it might be true
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| In the back of my mind I was afraid that they meant you
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| The Halloween parade
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| See you next year---
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| At the Halloween parade |