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Tin Pan Alley Lyrics

Brian Fallon
The cats are all crazy Mona Lisa... they try to say my future is stone.

They say the make all the rights calls,

to all the right numbers that the fat cats know.

But these wheels were meant for burning, these wings weren't meant to last.

And in the end it's all fireworks and smoke rings, it's a treacherous road, baby, try not to crash.

So keep your singin' voice golden, keep your red shoes on.

I just wanna sing rock and roll, and buy my baby something nice to take home.

i wanna dance with poor girls, senora.

i just wanna dance...

See after all it's a crazy dream baby, all the good cards burn up in a flash.

oh my my it's getting late Cinderella,

how long before these dresses turn right back to rags?

'Cause don't forget about my homeboy, we almost died at them gates,

thank the good Lord for sending his angles, in a '49 Mercury for lightning fast getaways.

they not your friends, they all wanna sell your blood.

isn't that why everybody signs up?

Forget it baby, keep your eyes on that Cadillac.

And keep them feet dancing for they too old...

So keep your singin' voice golden, keep your red shoes on.

I just wanna sing rock and roll, and buy my baby something nice to take home.

So keep your singin' voice golden, keep your red shoes on.

I just wanna sing motown soul, and buy my baby something nice to take home.

We keep our singin' voice golden, we our red shoes on.

I just wanna sing rhythm and blues, and crack this old heart, baby, made of stone
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