On Elvis Presleys Birthday

Intro Verse I can't say that I love this place where I live This particular geographical location but I've grown use to it And now I miss it when I'm away, of course when I was a kid My father would take me with him down to the bowery where the bums where And in the restaurants supply stores he would buy shiny steel refrigerators And deadly looking stoves While I begged him to take to the army navy surplus stores on canal street to buy big dead bullets Verse He wore a short cordury jacket, an informal hat with puff of feather And he talked with his hands in his pants pockets jangling change Driving his Cadillac it was Elvis Presley's birthday They said it on the radio My father like Elvis and it was worderful We drove trough black nieghborhoods On Long Island's north shore When Elvis was alive Verse My father was from Brooklyn and the depression left his mark From picking up coal on the railroad tracks He didn't have a good word to say about Franklin Delano Roosvelt Later I liked elegant hotel bars where I could drink under F. Scott Fitzgerald Skies The coolest of the cool, never a child on Elvis Presley's birthday's My dead father jangling change Outro This is an unreal City, you can be anybody when you're alone Ending