Beautiful South The The Sound Of North America Lyrics

The Sound Of North America Lyrics

(heaton/rotheray)

 Ginger elvis presley looked a fraction sad

 Roaming the whole town from bin to bin

 Well living on the streets wasn't all that bad

 Where no-one seemed to know that he was king

 

 The sound of new york city

 Isn't police sirens wailing

 It's the sound of wall street tills

 Whilst everyone is failing

 

 Sometimes you feel expensive

 Sometimes you feels so cheap

 You can roam the streets a king

 Whilst everyone's asleep

 You can mime to any record

 With a hairbrush or a spoon

 But god help the singer out of tune

 

 A crippled mohammad ali

 Looked at bad luck in the mirror

 Bad luck looked back at him and sighed

 He looked a good foot smaller

 And a couple of stone thinner

 And if anyone came toward him

 He would hide

 

 The sound of north america

 Isn't christians quietly praying

 It's the sound of shuffling feet

 That don't know where they're going

 

 Sometimes you feel expensive

 Sometimes you feels so cheap

 You can roam the streets a king

 Whilst everyone's asleep

 You can fight with anybody

 With a glimmer of a chance

 But god help the boxer with no hands

 

 A homeless greta garbo

 Moves across the street

 The moonlight shining clearly

 Through her skirt

 A real life living legend

 That no-one wants to meet

 And that's when being garbo

 Really hurts

 

 The lyrics of "new york"

 May have frank sinatra singing

 But the rhythm and the melody

 Were dead black men swinging

 

 Sometimes you feel expensive

 Sometimes you feels so cheap

 You can roam the streets a queen

 Whilst everyone's asleep

 You can act with anybody

 From the cradle to the crypt

 But god help the actress

 Who doesn't know the script