John Cale - Hey Ray lyrics

[John Cale - Hey Ray lyrics]

Hey, Ray you're drivin' me crazy
Hey, Ray hey, Ray
You don't have to call hey, Ray

Hey, Ray you're driving me crazy
Hey, Ray i'm outta my mind

1963 - on Lispenard Street
1964 - Castro's up in Harlem
1965 - they're having a riot
1966 - the writing's on the wall
1967 - it's the golden age
1968 - and it's all over (it's all over)
It's all over, Ray (it's all over)
It's all over, Ray (it's all over)
It's all over

The Russians are coming! - no, they're not!
The Russians are coming! - no, they're not!
The French are coming! - ooh la la
The Italians are coming - whipee!


The Americans are coming - aww, shit
The French are coming - not again!

1963 - on Lispenard Street
1964 - Castro's up in Harlem
1965 - they're having a riot
1966 - the writing's on the wall
1967 - it's the golden age
1968 - and it's all over (it's all over)
It's all over, Ray (it's all over)
It's all over, Ray (it's all over)
It's all over

That's not why you stumble
It's the way the cookie crumbles

Hey, Ray
You're driving me crazy (it's all over)
Hey, Ray i'm outta my mind (it's all over)
Hey, Ray, hey Ray

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