Coney Island Baby - Live at the Bottom Line, New York, NY - May 1978

You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
 You believe it or not, I wanted to play football for the coach
 And all those older guys, they said that he was mean and cruel but you know
 I wanted to play football, for the coach
 They said I was a little too lightweight to play lineback
 And so I was playin' right-end
 Wanted to play football for the coach
 'Cause, you know some day, man
 You gotta stand up straight unless you're gonna fall
 Then you're going to die
 And the straightest dude I ever knew
 Was standing right for me, all the time
 So I had to play football for the coach
 And I wanted to play football for the coach
 When you're all alone and lonely
 In your midnight hour
 And you find that your soul
 It has been up for sale
 And you're getting to think about
 All the things that you done
 And you're getting to hate
 Just 'bout everything
 But remember the princess who lived on the hill
 Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong
 And right now she just might come shining through
 And the glory of love
 Glory of love
 Glory of love just might come through
 And all your two-bit friends have gone and ripped you off
 They're talking behind your back saying
 "Man, you are never going to be no human being"
 And you start thinking again about all those things that you've done
 And who it was and what it was
 And all the different things that made every different scene
 Ah, but remember that the city is a funny place
 Something like a circus or a sewer
 And just remember, different people have peculiar taste
 And the glory of love
 The glory of love
 The glory of love might see you through
 Yeah, but now, now
 Glory of love
 The glory of love
 The glory of love might see y'all through
 Glory of love, uh-huh-huh
 The glory of love
 Glory of love, glory of love
 Glory of love, now, glory of love, now
 Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love
 Glory of love, give it to me now
 Glory of love to see you through, huh
 Oh, my Coney Island baby, now
 I'm a Coney Island baby, now
 I'd like to send this one out to Lou and Rachel
 And all the kids at P.S. 1902 (Coney Island baby)
 Man, I'd swear, I'd give the whole thing up for you