New York City Serenade (Live)

Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac Diamond Jackie, she's so intact She falls so softly beneath him Jackie's heels are stacked, Billy's got cleats on his boots Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute It's a mad dog's promenade So walk tall, or baby, don't walk at all Fish lady, fish lady, fish lady, she baits them tenement walls She won't take corner boys, ain't got no money and they're so easy I said, "Hey baby, won't you take my hand, walk me down Broadway I'm a young man and I talk real loud, yeah baby, walk real proud for you So shake it away, so shake away your street life And hook up to the train Hook up to the night train Hook it up, hook up to the, hook up to the train" But I know that she won't take the train No, she won't take the train No, she won't take the train No, she won't take the train She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down And when she turns, this boy'll be gone So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, play me your serenade Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can Listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man He's singin', singin', singin', singin' All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley Watch out for your junk man Watch out for your junk man Watch out for your junk man