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 on Rockefeller Plaza
Paul's in the hall with the bedroom plaything
He's 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 on Rockefeller Plaza
(Refrão)
I'm just waiting on magic shoes, got three wee chords, and I just can't lose
I'm just finding my own way there, I lost my voice and I grew my hair
(verse)
Well, brother John's long gone, keeps his nose clean
He's sucking on a black and white TV screen
Well, he says he got a girl and a paper memory
Pictures on the wall and a dog named Henry
I'm just dreaming on Rockefeller Plaza.
Well, Ella's in the band but she's always solo
She's 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 Rockefeller Plaza
(Refrão)
Well I'm just waiting on pigs to fly
Got cold dead brains and a reason why
I just better move half as slow
As be your dog and your one man show
(break - played twice)
I'm just waiting on magic shoes
Got three wee chords, and I just can't lose
I'm just finding my own way there
Oh I lost my voice and I grew my hair
I'm just waiting on pigs to fly
Got cold dead brains and a reason why
If I just didn't move half as slow
I'd be your dog and your one man show