Sailor "Keep off the streets at night" |
They used to play that old jukebox, full of American jazz With all the glory of the West, the very peak of what is best In blazing stars and razzmatazz But on the boulevard sidewalk, the pro-American swingers' talk Will make the shadows in the doorways come alive And special agents will arrive (Chorus): So keep off the streets at night For no one is safe in the searching light Keep off the streets at night For agents hide in the pale moonlight (It's no place) It's no place to be pro-American It's no place to be found When the troops came down on the off-beat side of the town They used to train those pretty ladies in Western cinema style To carry out romantic chores amongst the Diplomatic Corps Where tongues were loosened for a smile But still they play that old jukebox With all the power of the steeple clocks Until the streets were left without a trace of sound And only shadows move around (Repeat chorus) (When the troops came down on the off-beat) The troops came down on the off-beat side of the town Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |