Baba Ganoosh - Song Info
| Name | Bus Stop Blues | Share this song! |
| Writers: | Apples Grossman | |
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I kick a tin can and the hollowness sound Pierces the silence, the deadness around It rolls and it rattles in a lonely refrain So it's up to the corner and stop at the light Flip that ol' coin for to go left or right And my hopes they do creak on To the end of the line. Where Hilda the waitress does fix me a dish Of dried out potatoes an' stale ol' fish My stomach it winces and says "Thanks a lot" Eleanor Rigby never felt as lonely as I do I read a used paper and what does it say - That happiness comes when you follow His way And sex will be yours, when you use Ultra-Brite Now I wish it were true, but I know it ain't so. I glance at my watch and it says "time to go" Down to the bus stop to check out the scene The juke box is playing, they're mopping the floor And there sits the same chick, who I've seen before - Her business is easy, it's a natural skill Eleanor Rigby never felt as lonely as I do The pinballs they glitter, I go take my stand With balls, holes and plungers some sex is at hand But don't push the fiction, the game it will tilt So it's back to the corner, and quick down the street I meet a young cop who's a walk-in' his beat - He looks at my cross-eyed and says "Hit the road." Now it's up to my room, to my radio playing Hit after hit with the disc jockey saying, "Here's number one from England," but I know ... Eleanor Rigby never felt as lonely as I do |
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Recordings
| Artist | Date | Recording |
| Apples and the Talking Gourd |