Gimme Some Slack

I wanna shake like La Guardia
 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 fräuleins
 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, ooh 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 Lonely 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
 Slack