David Essex - Out On The Street lyrics
[David Essex - Out On The Street lyrics]
Out on the street there people are moving
Winning and losing out on the street
Out on the street
Out on the corner the pimp and the ponces
Strawberry blonded, hooker lies low
In a alley of love they come and they go
Back to the shadows out on the corner
She wait's for a lover
Who crawls in the gutter for cigarette ends
Or money to spend
Alone in the city she smile she look pretty
You've money to burn why not take a turn
Head spinning with wine
But you know that's it's time
For good times, only good times
You say how much is your body?
Are you worth what you cost me?
But what do you touch?
No I've only this much! You climb the stairs
To a room waiting there
Alone but together you look at each other
Bowing your head
She say was it something I said?
Do you want whiskey or rum?
Would you like to have fun?
But you turn and run
Ouuuuutt out, on, the street
Ouuuuutt down and out, out on the
Down and out, out on the
Down and out, out on the
Down and out, out on the streeeeeeeeeeeet
Wooooaaaaaaaaw
Alone in his bedroom
He sit's watching the moon tears on his face
He stares into space oh what a waste
And what a disgrace
Wanting and needing but losing the thread
Sitting in corners he stares at his bed
The devils inside him the gel next door said
Take him the way out he paid for the ride
Twisting and turning and dying inside
But oh how he tried oh how they lied
Oh ho look at that man lying in the gutter
Gutter
Oh oh look at that man
Why do you think his suffer suffer
There's, no reason at all
Why he can't be straight
There's no reason on earth
Why you can't be regular
Oh oh look at that man
Do ya think he's cryin' cryin'
Oh oh look at that man
Yes I think he's dying dying
There's, no, reason why
Why he can't be straight
There's no reason on earth
Why ya can't be regular
Regular regular
Regular oh Regular
Regular regular
Out on the street there
Police cars are screaming
Blue lights are flashing into the room
Into his tomb
Into the black night
A winding the blue light crossing the river
They try but give up
He's cold to their touch
He's cold to their touch
Ouuuuutt down, on, the street
Whhhyyyy down and out, out on the
Down and out, out on the
Down and out, out on the
Down and out, out on the streeeeeeeeeeeet!
Yeah yeah
Winning and losing out on the street
Out on the street
Out on the corner the pimp and the ponces
Strawberry blonded, hooker lies low
In a alley of love they come and they go
Back to the shadows out on the corner
She wait's for a lover
Who crawls in the gutter for cigarette ends
Or money to spend
Alone in the city she smile she look pretty
You've money to burn why not take a turn
Head spinning with wine
But you know that's it's time
For good times, only good times
You say how much is your body?
Are you worth what you cost me?
But what do you touch?
No I've only this much! You climb the stairs
To a room waiting there
Alone but together you look at each other
Bowing your head
She say was it something I said?
Do you want whiskey or rum?
Would you like to have fun?
But you turn and run
Ouuuuutt out, on, the street
Ouuuuutt down and out, out on the
Down and out, out on the
Down and out, out on the
Down and out, out on the streeeeeeeeeeeet
Wooooaaaaaaaaw
Alone in his bedroom
He sit's watching the moon tears on his face
He stares into space oh what a waste
And what a disgrace
Wanting and needing but losing the thread
Sitting in corners he stares at his bed
The devils inside him the gel next door said
Take him the way out he paid for the ride
Twisting and turning and dying inside
But oh how he tried oh how they lied
Oh ho look at that man lying in the gutter
Gutter
Oh oh look at that man
Why do you think his suffer suffer
There's, no reason at all
Why he can't be straight
There's no reason on earth
Why you can't be regular
Oh oh look at that man
Do ya think he's cryin' cryin'
Oh oh look at that man
Yes I think he's dying dying
There's, no, reason why
Why he can't be straight
There's no reason on earth
Why ya can't be regular
Regular regular
Regular oh Regular
Regular regular
Out on the street there
Police cars are screaming
Blue lights are flashing into the room
Into his tomb
Into the black night
A winding the blue light crossing the river
They try but give up
He's cold to their touch
He's cold to their touch
Ouuuuutt down, on, the street
Whhhyyyy down and out, out on the
Down and out, out on the
Down and out, out on the
Down and out, out on the streeeeeeeeeeeet!
Yeah yeah