Gettin’crazy on the waltzers
but it's the life that I choose
yeah,
Sing about the sixblade
sing about the switchback
and a torture tattoo
And I been riding on a ghost-train
where the cars they scream and slam
And I don't know where I'll be tonight
but I'll always tell you where I am
In a screaming ring of faces
I seen her standing in the light
She had a ticket for the races, yeah, just-like-me she was a victim of the night
I put my hand upon the lever
said let it rock and let it roll
I had a one a-arm bandit fever –
there was an arrow through my heart ’n’ my soul
And the big wheel keep on turning, neon burning, up-above
And I'm just high on the world
Come-on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel love, yeah, love
It's just a danger, and when you're riding at your own risk
She said you are the perfect stranger,
… she said baby just keep it like this
It's just a cakewalk - twisting baby step right up and say
Hey mister - give me two - give me two now, 'coz-any two can play
And the big wheel keep on turning, neon burning, up-above
And I'm just high on the world
Come-on and take a low ride - with me girl
On the tunnel love, oooh love
Well it's been money for mus’l ona - another whirligig
Money for muscle and - another girl I dig
Another hustle just-to,
just to make it big
And rockaway, rockaway, oh rockaway, rockaway
And girl it looks so pretty to me - like it always did
Uh, Like the Spanish City to me
when we where kids
Oh, girl it looks so pretty to me
just-like it always did
Uh, like the Spanish City to me
When(a) we where kids
Hola
Check it out
She took-off a silver locket
she said remember me by this
She put her hand in my pocket
I got a keepsake and a kiss
And in the roar of dust and diesel
I stood and watch’d her walk away
… I could have caught-up-with her easy enough
but something must have made me stay
And the big wheel keep on turning, neon burning, up-above
And I'm just high on this world
Come-on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel love, yeah love-love
On the tunnel love, oooh love-love
And now I'm searching through these carousels
and the carn’val arcades
Searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
In any shooting gallery where promises are made
To rockaway, rockaway... rockaway, rockaway
From Cullercoats and Whitley Bay
out to rockaway…
And girl it looks so pretty to me
like it always did
Like the Spanish City to me
when we where kids
Girl it looks so pretty to me
like it always did
Like the Spanish City to me
when’a we where kids
