Madame George
Down on Cyprus AvenueWith a childlike vision leaping into viewClicking, clacking of the high heeled shoeFord & Fitzroy, Madame GeorgeMarching with the soldier boy behindHe's much older with hat on drinking wineAnd that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting throughThe cool night air like ShalimarAnd outside they're making all the stopsThe kids out in the street collecting bottle-topsGone for cigarettes and matches in the shopsHappy taken Madame GeorgeThat's when you fallWhoa, that's when you fallYeah, that's when you fallWhen you fall into a tranceA sitting on a sofa playing games of chanceWith your folded arms and history books you glanceInto the eyes of Madame GeorgeAnd you think you found the bagYou're getting weaker and your knees begin to sagIn the corner playing dominoes in dragThe one and only Madame GeorgeAnd then from outside the frosty window rapsShe jumps up and says Lord have mercy I think it's the copsAnd immediately drops everything she gotsDown into the street belowAnd you know you gotta goOn that train from Dublin up to Sandy RowThrowing pennies at the bridges down belowAnd the rain, hail, sleet, and snowSay goodbye to Madame GeorgeDry your eye for Madame GeorgeWonder why for Madame GeorgeAnd as you leave, the room is filled with music, laughing, music,dancing, music all around the roomAnd all the little boys come around, walking away from it allSo coldAnd as you're about to leaveShe jumps up and says Hey love, you forgot your glovesAnd the gloves to love to love the gloves...To say goodbye to Madame GeorgeDry your eye for Madame GeorgeWonder why for Madame GeorgeDry your eyes for Madame GeorgeSay goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back streetIn the backstreet, in the back streetSay goodbye to Madame GeorgeIn the backstreet, in the back street, in the back streetDown home, down home in the back streetGotta goSay goodbye, goodbye, goodbyeDry your eye your eye your eye your eye your eye...Say goodbye to Madame GeorgeAnd the loves to love to love the loveSay goodbyeOoooooMmmmmmmSay goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye to Madame GeorgeDry your eye for Madame GeorgeWonder why for Madame GeorgeThe love's to love the love's to love the love's to love...Say goodbye, goodbyeGet on the trainGet on the train, the train, the train...This is the train, this is the train...Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye....Get on the train, get on the train...