Beautiful South The Sound Of North America Lyrics

The Sound Of North America Lyrics

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 hurt
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