Jubilee Road

Intro: It's a late Friday night, the street lamps are shining up in my-- bedroom There's a mighty big fight between the thunder and lightning, I wonder who-- will lose There's a party balloon and I ain't been invited Hey, look at that moon, there ain't nothing like it All grey and gold Down on Jubilee Road Can see Mr. Bouvier, in his two-bedroom basement in his purple dungarees He's grumpy and he's grey, always sweeping off the pavement cigarettes and leaves His kid's up in China and his wife's up in heaven Always I wave, 'cause he's got this expression That he's so-- alone Down on Jubilee Road Oh-- I think tomorrow night I will knock on his door and hear all about his life Because I think that's the kind of thing that I might like when I'm old When I'm old There's Max and there's Maude in the house by the station, call them my-- best friends But he drinks like a horse, and she don't appreciate it, all this money he seems to spend I can hear them tonight; he can't find no vocation And the neighbours they sigh, at that new generation Just getting stoned Down on Jubilee Road Oh, I think in the summertime I will call you up make everything alright And we'll fill up our cups with that bitter wine, and I'll show you I'll show you The mice are still here, your wardrobe's still empty, and the walls are still paper thin And the neighbours my dear, well I think they still hate me for all these songs I endlessly sing Because it ain't no perfect street, I ain't no perfect lover And life it is brief, I don't think we get no other Come back home Down on Jubilee Road Down on Jubilee Road