Jubilee Street

On Jubilee street there was a girl named Bee

She had a history, but no past

When they shut her down the Russians moved in

Now I am to scared to even walk on past



She used to say:

All those good people down on Jubilee Street

They ought to practice what they preach

Here they are to practice what they preach

Those good people on Jubilee Street

And here I come up the hill

I'm pushing my own wheel of love

I got love in my tummy and a tiny little pain

And a ten ton catastrophe on a 60 pound chain

And I'm pushing my wheel of love on Jubilee Streets

I look at them now



The problem was she had a little black book

And my name was written on every page

Well a girl's gotta make ends meet

Even down Jubilee Street

I was out of place and time, and over the hill, and out of my mind

On Jubilee Street

I ought to ášÂ—ractice what I preach

These days I go downtown in my tie and tails

I got a foetus on the leash



I am alone now, I am beyond recriminations

Curtains are shut, the furniture is gone

I'm transforming, I'm vibrating, I'm glowing

I'm flying, look at me

I'm flying, look at me now