Broadway - Remastered

"It ain't my fault
 it's 6' o' clock in the morning"
 He said
 As he came up out of the night
 When he found I had no coins to bum
 He began to testify
 Born in a depression
 Born out of good luck
 Born into misery
 In the back of a truck...
 I'm telling you this mister
 Don't be put off by looks
 I been in the ring and I took those right hooks
 Oh the loneliness
 Used to knock me out – harder than the rest
 And I've worked for breakfast
 'N' I ain't had no lunch
 I been on delivery and received every punch
 Suddenly I noticed that it weren't quite the same
 Feel different one morning
 Maybe it was the rain
 But everywhere I looked all over the city
 They're runnin' in an out of the bars
 Someone stopped for a pick-up driving one of those cars
 Y'see I always wanted one of those cars
 Long black 'n' shiny an' pull up to the bars
 Honk your horn, put down your windows, push yer button
 Hear it coming in
 You can say I can see the light ... roll!
 Forward! Drive! Green lights! Green lights!
 Intersection city coming
 A running comeback home
 I run back not that strong now
 Yes who's there now, can I help you?
 Calling Intel station light
 Did you put it in
 It say go, I say go, she say go
 So we say go
 Cos' I can see the light all night tonight
 This night right now
 Coming on forward motion across the ocean
 An' up the hills yeh boys let's strike for the hills
 While that petrol tank is full
 Gimme a push gimme a pull
 Gimme a llama gimme a mule
 Gimme a donkey or gimme a horse
 Down the avenue
 So fine
 In style