42nd Street - Piper

Keep the faith child, whatcha say to me

Ah, let me tell ya what those pretty eyes can’t see

You’re carousin' over London town

You got some cheshire cats chasin' you around

Me, I’m sittin' on my window seat

I watch the ladies down on 42nd street

I’m a man of reputation

I would never steal your pride

I’m a man of obligation

I don’t need to hide

I’m sore for drinkin', oh its been so long

My nights seem endless and I’m really not that strong

And I can see you, have you in my sleep

But nightmares from the bottle, they ain’t hardly fit to keep, no

In my trials and tribulations

I have never been in doubt

I don’t feign intimidation

I can’t do without

So now I’m sittin', wearin' through my pants

Too much sufferin' and not enough romance

Now I’m hangin' from my window seat

Drool on the ladies down on 42nd street

I’m a man of reputation

I would never make you pay

I’m in need of some relations

Just can’t stand another day

I’m a man of consternation

I can’t stand to be alone

I’m a victim of temptation

You best not leave me on my own

You just might be sorry honey