Jazz Street-Joe Ely

He was a canvas-back'd scatterbrain from Jazz Street He had a '65 Chevy and and a surfer shirt full a-parakeets It's a dead-end road by Love Canal where the moon-eyed dream He was hot to trot and he beat a lot on his drum machine She had a sweet-scented cool hotel on Jazz Street Where the company girls and the go-betweens are known to meet Her younger sister runs the desk, she rings a little brass bell And if the truth were known, she liked to drink alone and it was just as well He was the king of trash, he could sling it around On Jazz Street She was the angel of Poverty, she followed him down On Jazz Street They were happy together, all their dice seemed to turn up seven With a love like this, who could wish For anything better than heaven? On Jazz Street On Jazz Street On Jazz Street He had a fuzzy dash and a steering wheel made out of logger's chain His stereo had remote control that was made in Spain He left his sister behind, she was doin' time in the federal pen Times were rough, but just tough enough for a man like him She had a mobile phone in her mobile home that she loved to use She'd been inspired by the girls that she hired at the interviews She'd seen the ropes and her only hope was to play the bluff Make believe that he had a fantasy that was big enough He was the king of trash, he could sling it around On Jazz Street She was the angel of poverty, she followed him down On Jazz Street They were happy together, all their dice seemed to turn up seven With a love like this, who could wish For anything better than heaven? On Jazz Street On Jazz Street On Jazz Street He was the king of trash, he could sling it around On Jazz Street She was the angel of poverty, she followed him down On Jazz Street They were movin their feet tryin' to make ends meet On Jazz Street All the little birdies go tweet-tweet-tweet on Jazz Street On Jazz Street On Jazz Street On Jazz Street