Jubilee Street
On Jubilee street there was a girl named BeeShe had a history, but no pastWhen they shut her down the Russians moved inNow I am to scared to even walk on past
She used to say:All those good people down on Jubilee StreetThey ought to practice what they preachHere they are to practice what they preachThose good people on Jubilee StreetAnd here I come up the hillI’m pushing my own wheel of loveI got love in my tummy and a tiny little painAnd a ten ton catastrophe on a 60 pound chainAnd I’m pushing my wheel of love on Jubilee StreetsI look at them now
The problem was she had a little black bookAnd my name was written on every pageWell a girl’s gotta make ends meetEven down Jubilee StreetI was out of place and time, and over the hill, and out of my mindOn Jubilee StreetI ought to ṗractice what I preachThese days I go downtown in my tie and tailsI got a foetus on the leash
I am alone now, I am beyond recriminationsCurtains are shut, the furniture is goneI’m transforming, I’m vibrating, I’m glowingI’m flying, look at meI’m flying, look at me now