Pirates lyrics

I say this was no game of chicken
You were aiming your best friend
That you wear like a switchblade on a chain around your neck
I think you picked this up in Mexico from your dad
Now its daddy on the booze
And Brando on the ice
Now it's Dean in the doorway
With one more way he can't play this scene twice
So you drug her down every drag of this forbidden fit of love

Eddie's got one crazy eye
that turns him into a cartoon
wahen a pretty girl comes by
and there's nothin' here to do anymore
he sits on the stoop all day
like there's something he's waiting for
Cunt-finger Louie picks up Eddie in the alley
he's got all those guys with him
from that town where they all look like Frankie Valli
they speak fluently blonde
from her legs to her cigarette

She was pregnant in May
Now they're on their way
Dashing thru the snow
To St. John's, here we go

Well, it could be a boy
But it's okay if he's girl
Oh, these things that grow out of
The things that we give

We should move to the west side
They still believe in things
That give a kid half a chance

When he pulled off the road
Step in a waltz of ted moon-beams
Said he fit an APB,

Dutch took 'em on the slow train to Peking on La Brea Avenue
To find the Stax and Sun
They were reaching to get to
They was a rapping the flat scat
Diamond dialectos of points and taps
Between the chicken and the back
They drew themselves a be-bop
Midnight map
They said "do you got a map the next joint?"
"Do you got a map the next joint?"

Come on - Joey get out of school
We got places to go
A '57 Lincoln you got a radio that hurts
And the girls like to touch it
Just to find out if it works
But don't look at me
It wasn't me

Joey live on the edge of the corner
Of living on the run
I like to ride in the middle
I'm just tryin to have some fun
Until the Pirates come
And take me

And I won't need a pilot

Oh, he's a lucky guy

Oh, he's a lucky guy

He doesn't worry about me

When I'm gone

He goes to sleep at night
He don't turn off the light

And wonder how to find me

Or if I'm alone

Oh, he's a lucky guy

I wish I was like him

Cuz when he talks about me

He don't look this way

He's a lucky goy

He used to walk with me

He used to talk to me

See, we have these secrets

We go down round
The far side of the tracks
Lolitas playing dominoes and poker
Behind their daddy's shacks
Vacant-eyes, glue-face boys
On a pearl splashing glass
If they give us any flack
If they come up on our ass
We'll just give 'em the go-by
The Cadillac pass

Take me now
From the blue and pale room I'd follow
Through the faces and the traces of
Treasure I keep hearing inside me

But after all
There are such things
And these are the things
Who'll turn your memories back into dreams again
Oh, it's all flying and waving
For you to keep trying
You're so close.
So close.
All the returns
One of these days,
One of these days,
One of these days,
One of these days.

Oh, he's a lucky guy
Oh, he's a lucky guy
He doesn't worry about me
When I'm gone
He goes to sleep at night
He don't turn off the light
And wonder how to find me
Or if I'm alone

Oh, he's a lucky guy
I wish I was like him
Cuz when he talks about me
He don't look this way
He's a lucky goy

He used to walk with me
He used to talk to me
See, we have these secrets