Bulbs - Van Morrison
    I'm kicking off from centre field

    A question of being down for the game
    The one shot deal don't matter
    And the other one's the same

    Oh! My friend I see you
    Want you to come through (alright)
    And she's standing in the shadows
    Where the street lights all turn blue

    She leaving for an American (uhuh)
    Suitcase in her hand
    I said her brothers and her sisters
    Are all on Atlantic sand

    She's screaming through the alley way
    I hear the lonely cry, why can't you?
    And her batteries are corroded
    And her hundred watt bulb just blew

    Lallallal.. alright...huhuhhuh

    She used to hang out at Miss Lucy's
    Every weekend they would get loose
    And it was a straight clear case of
    Having 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 just show biz

    Lallalal...huhuh...lallal

    We're just screaming through the alley way
    I hear her lonely cry, ah why can't you?
    And she's standing in the shadows
    Canal street lights all turn blue
    And she's standing in the shadows
    Where the street lights all turn blue
    And she's standing in the shadows
    Down where the street lights all turn blue
    Hey, hey, yeah 
     
     

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