This mistily remembered friend Just breezed into town, Pulling all the cobwebs out And blowing my defenses down. I think that I've been needin' Some of her spring cleanin' Now we're gone. If I'd known she was coming I would have baked a cake. But we'll have to make Do with minimum chips and flake. Let's throw away the recipe, Let's make it up. I see you standing on Booth Street, Waiting on two feet there for me. I see you, a full bag of fruit yeah, I think that you suit me to a tee. The heavenly choir now coming out of church. To the altar I don't walk I lurch. Heaven knows I'm hard to please, But I'm trying to change. I see you standing on Booth Street, Waiting on two feet there for me. I see you chewing your nails Yeah, it never fails to chew me up. Been through it so many times that it seems. I'm in the middle of a recurring dream . I see you standing on Booth Street, Waiting on two feet there for me. I see you, your favorite shirt on. I hear the word on the street is out.