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Costello Elvis Brutal Youth Pony Street She lives on Pony St. And they should scatter flowers at her feet But when they come calling I think it's appalling They're sober and they're polite They're deeply respectful when I would expect them To keep her out all night That little martinet Will get her own way yet If you need instruction in mindless destruction I'll show you a thing or two You used to adore me but now my life flashes before me For you to view Oh mother, oh mother, sometimes you are so mortifying >From the hole in your leopard-skin tights I can tell you've been spying But your generation confesses before it transgresses Those Super-8 movies of daddy in your disco dresses If you're going out tonight I won't wait up Reading _Das Kapital_ Watching Home Shopping Club While you're flogging a dead horse All the way down Pony St. Where you live after a fashion All the way down Pony St. We're laughing at some favorite indiscression That lives on, that lives on, that lives on Pony Street Daughter, oh daughter, you know I will love you forever Spare me the white ankle socks with the lace and the leather But you and your cartoon threat do no good to resist me For I am the genuine thing but to you its just history If you're going out tonight How can you be sure Where you lay your pretty head Mother may have come before So you're flogging a dead horse All the way down Pony St. Where you live after a fashion All the way down Pony St. We're laughing a some favorite indiscression That lives on (x5) She lives on Pony Street (x2) She lives on, she lives on (x2) |
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