Coney Island Baby - Lou Reed

    You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
    You believe in or not, that I wanted to play football for the coach
    All those older guys, they said he was mean and cruel
    But you know, I wanted to play football, for the coach
    They said I was to little too light weight to play line-back
    So I say I'm playing right-in
    Wanted to play football for the coach
    Cause, you know some day, man, you gotta stand up straight
    Unless you're gonna fall
    Then you're gonna die
    And the straightest dude I ever knew
    Was standing right for me, all the time
    So I had to play football for the coach
    And I wanted to play football for the coach
    When you're all alone and lonely in your midnight hour
    And you find that your soul, it has been up for sale

    And you getting to think about, all the things you done
    And you getting to hate just about everything

    But remember the princess who lived on the hill
    Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong
    And right now she just might come shining through
    and the glory of love, glory of love
    Glory of love, just might come through

    And all your two-bit friends have gone and ripped you off
    They're talking behind your back saying, man
    you are never going to be a human being
    And you start thinking again
    About all those things that you've done
    And who it was and who it was
    And all the different things you made every different scene

    Ah, but remember that the city is a funny place
    Something like a circus or a sewer
    And just remember, different people have peculiar tastes
    And the Glory of love, the glory of love
    The glory of love, might see you through
    Yeah, but now, now
    Glory of love, the glory of love
    The glory of love, might see you through
    Glory of love, ah, huh, huh, the glory of love
    Glory of love, glory of love
    Glory of love, now, glory of love, now
    Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love
    Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love see you through
    Oh, my Coney Island baby, now
    (I'm a Coney Island baby, now)
    I'd like to send this one out for Lou and Rachel
    And the Lord appeared and he has one made of two
    Coney Island baby
    Man, I swear, I'd give the whole thing up for you
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