On My Street

Lyrics
Won't you visit my town? Ain't too far, you just go eight miles underground And take the diamond mine straight to my street Everybody you know Is dying to meet you, 'cause they all told me so And Tojo booked you Hojo's bridal suite Light a candle with a star Turn around, and there you are On my street (Hey-ey-ey) You can drive no car (Hey-ey-ey) Anybody could see The Flying Doctor's been barking up the wrong tree And Cecil B. DeMille lives on my street I know C.Y. O'Connor's feeling depressed And Gypsy Rose Lee is always under-dressed While Liberace is playing with his feet [?] Light a candle with a star Turn around, and there you are On my street (Hey-ey-ey) You can drive no car (Hey-ey-ey) Fly Sinatra to the Moon You'll be back by afternoon On my street (Hey-ey-ey) You can call the tune (Hey-ey-ey) You can call the tune (Hey-ey-ey) You can, yeah Call it anythin' Hey (Hey) Oh, here she comes now She's looking kinda tough And feelin' kinda rough She's on my street You're on my street You're on my street (Hey-ey-ey) Hey, hey, hey, you're on my street (Hey-ey-ey) Hey, hey, hey, you're on my street (Hey-ey-ey) Hey, hey, hey, you're on my street (Hey-ey-ey) Hey, hey, hey, you're on (Hey) You're on my street (Hey) Anytime you (Hey) [?] the ground
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Credits
- Writers
- Dave Faulkner