| Six o’clock time to stop
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| And count the blisters on my feet
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| I’ve been swinging at the solitary home
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| For caviar on plates of chrome
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| I rub my head eyes going red
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| I try to picture myself back there
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| In the eruption of the dreams that turned to lead
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| On the ivy covered bed
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| My life’s a downtown boogie every night and day
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| Lovers come and lovers go, but that is just a part of the play
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| Now I got new shoes for downtown boogie, the endless cabaret
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| Cry your little heart out
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| Everything is gonna be okay, tomorrow
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| Seven o’clock the sun is up
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| And like a bullet in a china shop
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| In these anachronistic hours of today
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| The belly of the moon is gray
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| Now there’s nobody here but Fred Astaire
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| Frank Sinatra, Doris Day
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| Oh Olivia de Havilland my bride
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| I’ll keep you by my side
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| And when you’re feeling blue
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| Take a ride with the tinkerbelly boy
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| Step up for some pedestrian city joy
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| 'cause we won’t be here tomorrow
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| But it sure as hell was fun
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| My life’s a downtown boogie every night and day
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| Lovers come and lovers go, but that is just a part of the play
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| Now I got new shoes for downtown boogie, tap dance and ballet
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| Cry your little heart out
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| Everything is gonna be okay, tomorrow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Downtown Boogie , by - Major Parkinson. Song from the album Songs from a Solitary Home, in the genre Иностранный рок