BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN - Does This Bus Stop At 82nd Street lyrics

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Hey bus driver, keep the change, bless your children, give them names

Don't trust men who walk with canes

Drink this and in a week you'll have wings on your feet

Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine, adviser on the downdown train

Christmas crier bustin' cane

He's in love again

Where dock workers' dreams mix with panthers' schemes to someday own the rodeo

Tainted women in Vistavison perform for out-of-state kids at the late show

Wizard imps and sweat-sock pimps

Mixed with interstallar mongrel nymphs

Rex said his lady left him limp

Well you know love's like that

Well Mary Lou found out how to cope

She rides to heaven on a gyroscope

The daily news askes her for the dope

And she says "Man, the dope's that there's still hope"

Well now queen of diamonds, ace of spades

Newly discovered lovers of the everglades

They take out a full page ad in the trades to annouce their arrival

Senorita, spanish rose, wipes her eyes and blows he nose

Uptown in Harlem she throws a rose to some lucky youung matador