my old old transistor radio buzzing,
hot crazy island, dirty sheet dozen

i love the city,
but does she love me?

work for a paycheck,
that burns upon red day?

no sweeter evil would i wish on my way

bring me a song of the sea,
sing me a song of the sea,
hand me a song of the sea,
for me, oh

busy black roadway, light-scattered skyline,

no sweeter promise, smell of this high life,

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a hill and a tree were