Lou Reed - Coney Island Baby текст песни

You know, man, when I was a young man in high school

You believe in or not I wanted to play football for the coach

And all those older guys

They said he was mean and cruel, but you know

Wanted to play football for the coach

They said I was to little too light weight to play line-backer

So I say Im playing right-end

Wanted to play football for the coach

cause, you know some day, man

You gotta stand up straight unless youre gonna fall

Then youre gone to 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 youre all alone and lonely

In your midnight hour

And you find that your soul

Its been up for sale

And you begin to think bout

All the things that youve done

And you begin to hate

Just bout 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

Theyre talking behind your back saying, man

Youre never going to be no human being

And you start thinking again

bout all those things that youve done

And who it was and what it was

And all the different things you made every different scene

Ahhh, 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

(Im a coney island baby, now)

Id like to send this one out for lou and rachel

And all the kids and p.s. 192

Coney island baby

Man, Id swear, Id give the whole thing up for you