Tin Pan Alley 歌词

The cats are all crazy, Mona Lisa They try to say my future is stone They say they make all the rights calls To all the right numbers that the fat cats know But these wheels were meant for burning These wings weren't meant to last And in the end it's all fireworks and smokerings It's a treacherous road, baby, try not to crash So keep your singin' voice golden Keep your red shoes on I just wanna sing Motown Soul And buy my baby something nice to take home I wanna dance with poor girls, senora I just wanna dance See, after all it's a crazy dream, baby All the good cards burn up in a flash Oh, my, my, it's getting late, Cinderella How long before these dresses turn right back to rags? Cause don't forget about my homeboy, we almost died at them gates Thank the good Lord for sending His angels In a '49 Mercury for lightning-fast getaways They not your friends, they all wanna sell your blood Isn't that why everybody signs up? Forget it, baby, keep your eyes on that Cadillac And keep them feet dancing for they too old So keep your singin' voice golden Keep your red shoes on I just wanna sing rock and roll And buy my baby something nice to take home So keep your singin' voice golden, keep your red shoes on I just wanna sing rhythm and blues And buy my baby something nice to take home We keep our singin' voice golden, we got our red shoes on I just wanna sing rhythm and blues And crack this old heart, baby, made of stone