Now, I see you looking lost

and he sits on his seat

but, don't you walk on my street baby

you can hear Lupita scream



The river's got your forehead darling

it spies your city scene

that city shines when you're away

it can't hear Lupita scream



Yeah, but would be such a fool

to rely on his dreams

while New York houses pain and boredom

in between the seas



Their taxis, man, have been following you

they  chase you down the street

your cross builds a cross in the center of town

it looks like a Christmas Tree



Well, the docks they went on strike again

it's you, they don't want to see

they said they'd rather get high

then hear Lupita Scream [than]



You need some warmth and relaxation

with the salesman of your dreams

but, don't you walk on my street baby

you can hear Lupita Scream