Empty sound, deserted town 
Beneath the silvery feathered down 
Of morning's waking breath 
Forgotten tunes and silver spoons 
Goes to deeply shadowed gloom 
And dies a silent death 
Junketed peers through plastic ears 
Holds his bottle heaven near 
And dimly strange to rise 
Unreal, can't feel 
His dagger dangling band of steel 
Through plastic coated eyes 
Don't turn away, there ain't no need 
It's just 3 o'clock Flamingo Street 

Big band show an hour ago 
I saw the laughing doorman show the stairway to the 
crowd 
Yellow girls 
Hair uncurled 
Swaying in a rhythmic world 
To the music playing load 
Pierces through the yielding night 
And hides the shadows deep 
Feeling free should be 
No time to turn the door to see 
Where morning widows weep 
Don't turn away, there ain't no need 
It's just 3 o'clock Flamingo Street 

Pains begun bottle done 
No place where a man can run 
To shield his shaking brain 
Head down round and round 
Hold on harder to the ground 
Untouched by the rain 
Flesh cold, young or old 
Who cares if the truth be told 
Is only him to blame 
Jack and Jill, had their fill 
Begin to walk the day 
Until it all begins again 
Don't turn around there ain't no need 
It's just 3 o'clock Flamingo Street