The night sits upon a golden song With a noose in her bag She said, "Listen boy you better run, run, run" Down on the street they're trying to steal her car With cold lips, blue hearts Saying, "Lose the baby or you won't get far" And if you think that it, cuts me up I'm gonna sharpen up my tongue and really Cut you up And if you think that it, gets me down I'm gonna gather all my strength and really Drag you under Here comes a drummer with the golden arm Hes got a noose in a bag He wants to hang it on the singer with the golden lung Shes singing, "you're sunglasses and i'm white light" Out here on the moonless ocean you sing Be-bop-a-Lula baby that's alright And if you think that it, cuts me up I'm gonna sharpen up my tongue and really Cut you up And if you think that it, gets me down I'm gonna gather all my strength and really Drag you under And down on the beach they're all covered in fun With cold hearts, hot action I see a five foot car and a seven foot boozer And back up on the street they are still painted blue They're only wishing on a star Saying, "Lose the baby or you won't get far" And if you think that it, cuts me up I'm gonna sharpen up my tongue and really Cut you up And if you think that it, gets me down I'm gonna gather all my strength and really Drag you under