Verse
I can't say that I love this place where I live
This particular geographical location but I've grown use to it
And now I miss it when I'm away, of course when I was a kid
My father would take me with him down to the bowery where the bums where
And in the restaurants supply stores he would buy shiny steel refrigerators
And deadly looking stoves
While I begged him to take to the army navy surplus stores on canal street
to buy big dead bullets
Verse
He wore a short cordury jacket, an informal hat with puff of feather
And he talked with his hands in his pants pockets jangling change
Driving his Cadillac it was Elvis Presley's birthday
They said it on the radio
My father like Elvis and it was worderful
We drove trough black nieghborhoods
On Long Island's north shore When Elvis was alive
Verse
My father was from Brooklyn and the depression left his mark
From picking up coal on the railroad tracks
He didn't have a good word to say about Franklin Delano Roosvelt
Later I liked elegant hotel bars
where I could drink under F. Scott Fitzgerald Skies
The coolest of the cool, never a child on Elvis Presley's birthday's
My dead father jangling change
Outro
This is an unreal City, you can be anybody when you're alone
Ending