On My Street - Hoodoo Gurus

Won’t you visit my town?

Ain’t too far, you just go eight miles underground

And take the diamond mine straight to my street

Everybody you know

Is dying to meet you, 'cause they all told me so

And Tojo booked you Hojo’s bridal suite

Light a candle with a star

Turn around, and there you are

On my street (Hey-ey-ey)

You can drive no car (Hey-ey-ey)

Anybody could see

The Flying Doctor’s been barking up the wrong tree

And Cecil B. DeMille lives on my street

I know C.Y.

O’Connor’s feeling depressed

And Gypsy Rose Lee is always under-dressed

While Liberace is playing with his feet

Light a candle with a star

Turn around, and there you are

On my street (Hey-ey-ey)

You can drive no car (Hey-ey-ey)

Fly Sinatra to the Moon

You’ll be back by afternoon

On my street (Hey-ey-ey)

You can call the tune (Hey-ey-ey)

You can call the tune (Hey-ey-ey)

You can, yeah

Call it anythin'

Hey (Hey)

Oh, here she comes now

She’s looking kinda tough

And feelin' kinda rough

She’s on my street

You’re on my street

You’re on my street (Hey-ey-ey)

Hey, hey, hey, you’re on my street (Hey-ey-ey)

Hey, hey, hey, you’re on my street (Hey-ey-ey)

Hey, hey, hey, you’re on my street (Hey-ey-ey)

Hey, hey, hey, you’re on (Hey)

You’re on my street (Hey)

Anytime you (Hey)

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