The Lullaby of Broadway Come on along and listen to Goodnight, baby Goodnight, the milkman's on his way Sleep tight, baby The hip hooray and bally hoo The rumble of a subway train The rattle of a taxi The daffodils who entertain

We're half awake in a fake empire Stay out super late tonight Picking apples, making pies Put a little something in our lemonade And take it with us Tiptoe through our shiny city With our diamond slippers on Do our gay ballet on ice Bluebirds on our

Who am I? Who am I? When I don't know myself Another day I was already missing Before the night I left Of painted walls and football on the TV No one sees me I fade away

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

Hey mister businessman She got you by the balls But she won't sacrifice What you want tonight She won't come across Unless there's money in her hand Got you by the balls Head of the company Are you looking for a lady

Small town, bright lights, saturday night, Pinballs and pool halls flashing their lights. Making change behind the counter in a penny arcade Sat the fat girl daughter of virginia and ray Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat Behind her small eyes sunk deep

There ain't no last call, I'm havin' a ball with Hank, Haggard and Jones No, I ain't alone, I feel right at home with my ghosts on the stereo The records are spinnin' and the speakers are smokin' And everybody tonight is feelin' alright, with some jack

We got large and we got small We got a swimming pool and a cannon ball We turn red and we turn green It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever seen Sitting here I count the moons The orders we obeyed Every night ’fore we go to bed I watch while the others pray

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

On the night train Here I'm going Wlakin' with my baby in my arms 'Cuz I am in the wrong end of the eight ball black And the devil, see, he's right behind us And this worker said she's gonna take my little baby My little angel back But they won't getcha,