Released on October 5, 1974

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[Verse 1]

I'm kicking off from centrefield

A question of bein' down for the game

One-shot deal don't matter

And the other one's the same

Oh, my friend, I see you

Want you to come through, all right

And they're standing in the shadows

Where the streetlights all turn blue


[Verse 2]

She's leaving Pan-American

Suitcase in her hand

I said her brothers and her sisters

Are all on Atlantic sand

She's screaming through the alleyway

I hear the lonely cry, why can't you?

And her batteries are corroded

And her hundred-watt bulb just blew (Hey, hey)


[Chorus]

La la la la la la, hey hey

La la la la la

All right, la la la la la la

La la la la la


[Verse 3]

She used to hang out down at Miss Lucy's

Every weekend they would get loose

Now Ada was a straight clear case of

Havin' taken in too much juice

It was outside, and it was outside

Just the nature of the person

Now all you got to remember

After all, it's all show biz


[Chorus]

La la la la la, la la la la la la

La la la la la, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

La la la la la la

Hey, la la la la la


[Verse 4]

We're just screaming through the alleyway

I hear her lonely cry, ah why can't you?

And they're standing in the shadows

Canal Street lights all turn blue

And they're standing in the shadows

Where the streetlights all turn blue

And they're standing in the shadows

Down where the streetlights all turn blue (Hey, hey)