Fountain Avenue

Lyrics

A witness, a call, the Fire Department, the Sheriff and a half dozen cars Talk back on the radios, flashing amber lights and sirens, on Fountain avenue On Fountain avenue Swearing and wondering, the Schaefer ambulance screaming against the evening sky Pedestrians teeming from apartment blocks, a lady asks "What happened? Who's to blame? Those motorbikes and their riders, you kids are all the same." A car with a twisted grill, ooh, a bike thrown on its side A loaded driver suffers shock, and a boy has quietly died And they put him in the Schaefer, and the Schaefer pulls away And another loaded driver wishes he hadn't gone out today On Fountain avenue