Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sitting low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly beneath him
Jackie's heels are stacked
Billy's got cleats on his boots
Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway
And come back home with the loot
It's midnight in Manhattan
Sitting low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly beneath him
Jackie's heels are stacked
Billy's got cleats on his boots
Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway
And come back home with the loot
It's midnight in Manhattan
This is no time to get cute
It's a mad dog's promenade
So walk tall
Or baby, don't walk at all
Fish lady, oh, fish lady, fish lady
So walk tall
Or baby, don't walk at all
Fish lady, oh, fish lady, fish lady
She baits them tenement walls
She won't take corner boys
She won't take corner boys
They ain't got no money, and they're so easy
I said, "Hey, babe, ah, baby, won't you take my hand
I said, "Hey, babe, ah, baby, won't you take my hand
Waltz with me down Broadway"
Mama, take my arm and move with me down Broadway
I'm a young man, I'm talkin' real loud
Mama, take my arm and move with me down Broadway
I'm a young man, I'm talkin' real loud
Yeah, baby, walk it real proud for you
Ah, so shake it away
Ah, so shake it away
So shake away your street life
Shake away the city life
And hook up to the train, ah, hook up to the night train
Ah, hook it up, hook up to the, hook up to the train
But I know that she won't take the train
And hook up to the train, ah, hook up to the night train
Ah, hook it up, hook up to the, hook up to the train
But I know that she won't take the train
No, she won't take the train
No, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
Oh, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down
And when she turns, this boy'll be gone
So long
Sometimes you just gotta walk on
Walk on
Hey, vibes man, hey, jazz man, ah, play me a serenade
Any deeper blue, you'll be playin' in your grave
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy
Straight from the church note ringin'
No, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
Oh, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down
And when she turns, this boy'll be gone
So long
Sometimes you just gotta walk on
Walk on
Hey, vibes man, hey, jazz man, ah, play me a serenade
Any deeper blue, you'll be playin' in your grave
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy
Straight from the church note ringin'
Vibes man sting a trash can
Listen to your junkman
Ah, listen to your junkman
Listen to your junkman
Oh, listen to your junkman
He's singin' (singin')
He's singin' (singin')
He's singin' (singin')
All dressed up in satin, walkin' down the alley (singin')
Singin', singin', sing, yeah, sing, yeah, singin', singin', singin', yeah, sing, yeah
(Singin', singin', singin')
(Singin', singin', singin')
Listen to your junkman
Ah, listen to your junkman
Listen to your junkman
Oh, listen to your junkman
He's singin' (singin')
He's singin' (singin')
He's singin' (singin')
All dressed up in satin, walkin' down the alley (singin')
Singin', singin', sing, yeah, sing, yeah, singin', singin', singin', yeah, sing, yeah
(Singin', singin', singin')
(Singin', singin', singin')
[Ah,
shake it, downtown, watch it
Oh, watch out for your junkman
Shake it, watch out, watch out for your junkman
Ah, shake that guitar, shake that damn guitar
Shake it, watch out, watch out for your junkman
Ah, shake that guitar, shake that damn guitar
Ah, watch out for your junkman
Ah, shake, talkin' 'bout it, come on, little girl
Watch out
Shake that damn guitar
Ah, watch out for your junkman
Watch out for your junkman]
Ah, shake, talkin' 'bout it, come on, little girl
Watch out
Shake that damn guitar
Ah, watch out for your junkman
Watch out for your junkman]
SERENATA DE NEW YORK CITY
Billy está junto a las vías del tren
Descansando en el asiento trasero de su Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, es tan entera
Y cae tan suavemente detrás de él
Jackie va con tacones altos
Billy lleva tacos en sus botas
Juntos van a bailar un boogaloo
por Broadway
Y regresarán a casa con el botín
Es medianoche en Manhattan
No es momento de arreglarse
Es territorio de un perro rabioso
Así que camina con cuidado
O no sigas ese camino, querida
La sirena, oh, sirena, sirena
Ansía los muros del apartamento
No aceptará chicos de la esquina
No tienen dinero, y son tan fáciles
Le dije: "Vamos, cariño, ¿por qué no me tomas la mano
Y vagamos juntos por Broadway?”
Cariño, agarra mi brazo y baila conmigo por Broadway
Soy un aspirante, lo digo en voz alta
Sí, cariño, lo demuestro orgulloso por ti
Así que sacúdela de encima
Así que sacúdete tu vida callejera
Sacúdete la vida de ciudad
Y embárcate al tren, embárcate al tren de la noche
Embárcate, embárcate, embárcate
al tren
Pero yo sé que no subirá al tren
No, no subirá al tren
No, no subirá al tren. No, no subirá al tren
No, no subirá al tren. No, no subirá al tren
Teme que esas vías reduzcan su marcha
Y cuando se gire, el chico se haya ido
Muy lejos
A veces, sólo debes seguir adelante
Seguir adelante
Oiga, saxofonista, oiga jazzman,
tóqueme una serenata
Un poco más triste y estará tocando en su tumba
Ahórrese sus notas, no las malgaste con el chico abatido
Ahórrese sus notas, no las malgaste con el astuto chico avispado
Igual que la nota que surge de la iglesia
El saxofonista golpea un contenedor
Escucha a tu camello
Escucha a tu camello
Escucha a tu camello
Escucha a tu camello
Está cantando (cantando)
Está cantando (cantando)
Está cantando (cantando)
Vestido totalmente de satén, caminando por el callejón
Cantando, cantando, cantando, cantando, cantando, cantando, cantando,
cantando
(Cantando, cantando, cantando)
(Cantando, cantando, cantando)
[Sacúdela, en el centro, vigila
Vigila a tu camello
Sacúdela, vigila, vigila tu camello
Sacude esa guitarra, sacude esa maldita guitarra
Vigila a tu camello
Sacúdela, habla de ello, vamos pequeña
Vigila
Sacude esa maldita guitarra
Vigila a tu camello
Vigila a tu camello]
Versión original
Versión de 18 minutos - 1975
1999
2009
2013 en Roma con sección de cuerdas
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