New York Blackout
The Cadillacs roll, Katie step to the side
Tellin' jokes with strangers
A kind glance at a lonely passer-by
Jingle bells, electric lights
Oh, they rattle 'gainst the shopping cart
Even on the fourth of July
Christmas Katie calls people names
They're Dancers, and Blitzens, and angels on high
Chilly bones laughin' after the night
Oh, the hungries come and go
As he blows with his eyes froze tight
Slidell boy, big city nights
Oh, he tips his hat for dinner
An old stray beggin' for a bite
Oh, Christmas Katie, babe, blow your horn
Tellin' jokes with strangers
A kind glance at a lonely passer-by
Jingle bells, electric lights
Oh, they rattle 'gainst the shopping cart
Even on the fourth of July
Christmas Katie calls people names
They're Dancers, and Blitzens, and angels on high
Chilly bones laughin' after the night
Oh, the hungries come and go
As he blows with his eyes froze tight
Slidell boy, big city nights
Oh, he tips his hat for dinner
An old stray beggin' for a bite
Oh, Christmas Katie, babe, blow your horn
I'm Not A Saint
Everybody's staring at my...
Everybody's out to catch my...eye...
I've gotta think it over
I've gotta think it over
Everybody's got somebody to...
All I wanted was a body to...hide...
I've gotta think it over
I've gotta think it over
I'm not a saint. I'm not a saint. I'm not a saint. I'm not a saint.
Dog is barking, head is hurting
Car is chasing, hands are dirty I've gotta think it over
I've gotta think it over
I'm not a saint. I'm not a saint.
(It's the way I feel inside)
I'm not a saint. I'm not a saint.
(Takes me over sometimes)