Gimme Some Slack — The Cars
I wanna shake like Liguardia magic mouth in the sun train ride to the courtyard before you can run down at the end of Lonely Street where no one takes a walk someone lyin' at your feet and someone's gettin' off
just gimme some slack, yeah just gimme some slack just gimme, slack that's all I want is slack
the seven floors of walkup the odor musted cracks and the peeping keyhole introverts with the monkeys on their backs
and the rooftops strung with frauleins the pastel pinned up sails the eighteen color roses against your face so pale
a just gimme some slack, that's right uh gimme some slack gimme, slack, oo yeah all I want is slack
I wanna float like Euripides all visions intact I'm alright with Fellini fiends a trippin' over the track
down at the end of L-onely Street where no one takes a chance someone's in the cheap light someone wants to dance
just gimme some slack, that's right all I want is slack oh, gimme, slack all I want is slack
gimme, slack slack slack sssslack slack