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  • My baby's in the kitchen on a big red trombone
    I'm in the bedroom on the cursed phone.
    Everybody laughs when the band goes too slow,
    Meeting every
    Tuesday in a club in
    Soho. I'm just dreaming of
    Rockafeller
    Plaza. Paul's in the hall with the bedroom plaything,
    Wishing he could give her a damn good thrashing.
    Everybody cries "Well, good for you Paul".
    We never liked her very much at all
    I'm just dreaming of
    Rockafeller
    Plaza. I'm just swinging on magic shoes
    Got three wee chords, and
    I just can't lose.
    I'm just finding my own way there
    So I lost my voice and
    I grew my hair
    Brother John's long gone,
    Keeps his nose clean
    He's sucking on a black and white
    TV screen.
    Says he got a girl and a paper (paid for?) memory,
    Pictures on the wall and a dog named
    Henry I'm just dreaming of
    Rockafeller
    Plaza. Ella's in the band but she's always solo,
    Dressed in rags and covered in dayglo,
    Banging on the drums like a big white throwback,
    Screaming all the while at her husband poor
    Jack. I'm just dreaming of
    Rockafeller
    Plaza. I'm just waiting for pigs to fly.
    Got coke yeah, brains and no reason why.
    Might just split and go half as slow.
    And me, your dog and your one man show. [GUITAR SOLO]
    I'm just swinging on magic shoes
    Got three wee chords, and
    I just can't lose.
    I'm just finding my own way there
    So I lost my voice and
    I grew my hair
    I'm just waiting for pigs to fly.
    Got coke yeah, brains and no reason why.
    Might just split and go half as slow.
    And me, your dog and your one man show.
  • My baby's in the kitchen on a big red trombone
    I'm in the bedroom on the cursed phone.
    Everybody laughs when the band goes too slow,
    Meeting every
    Tuesday in a club in
    Soho. I'm just dreaming of
    Rockafeller
    Plaza. Paul's in the hall with the bedroom plaything,
    Wishing he could give her a damn good thrashing.
    Everybody cries "Well, good for you Paul".
    We never liked her very much at all
    I'm just dreaming of
    Rockafeller
    Plaza. I'm just swinging on magic shoes
    Got three wee chords, and
    I just can't lose.
    I'm just finding my own way there
    So I lost my voice and
    I grew my hair
    Brother John's long gone,
    Keeps his nose clean
    He's sucking on a black and white
    TV screen.
    Says he got a girl and a paper (paid for?) memory,
    Pictures on the wall and a dog named
    Henry I'm just dreaming of
    Rockafeller
    Plaza. Ella's in the band but she's always solo,
    Dressed in rags and covered in dayglo,
    Banging on the drums like a big white throwback,
    Screaming all the while at her husband poor
    Jack. I'm just dreaming of
    Rockafeller
    Plaza. I'm just waiting for pigs to fly.
    Got coke yeah, brains and no reason why.
    Might just split and go half as slow.
    And me, your dog and your one man show. [GUITAR SOLO]
    I'm just swinging on magic shoes
    Got three wee chords, and
    I just can't lose.
    I'm just finding my own way there
    So I lost my voice and
    I grew my hair
    I'm just waiting for pigs to fly.
    Got coke yeah, brains and no reason why.
    Might just split and go half as slow.
    And me, your dog and your one man show.