The tickertape kings and the juveniles

Will anybody tell me which way to go

Will anybody come back on the C.B. radio



I'm counting the stars and the telegraph poles

And each one represents the hopes of a soul

You'd think that God wouldn't be so hard

When you see all the little children running, running in the backyard



On a Mississippi gourd with a SubSahran song

Somebody is wailing in the financial district sun

Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile

I wanna live and I wanna dance awhile



Gonna make like Eddie on my rockabilly train

Gonna beat out the blues on my ball and chain

Oh, you can't pull a holdup with a BeBop gun

There's people living now

who aint got no heart and ain't never had none



Down on the border they crawl all the way

To get a clip of living with a cleanall spray

Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile

I wanna live and I wanna dance awhile



You can't pull a holdup with a BeBop gun

There's people living now

who aint got no heart and ain't never had none



I hear a payphone ringing out on murder mile

The sucker who picks up gets his number dialled

And all the sparkling waters that ever flowed

Could never wash down this town so clean that it glowed

And I need to see in an xray style

I need some rock art that don't come in a vial

Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile

I wanna live and I wanna dance awhile