Jubilee Road

It's a late Friday night
 The street lamps are shining up in my bedroom
 There's a mighty big fight between the thunder and lightning
 Wonder who you will lose
 I see a party balloon
 And I ain't been invited
 Hey look that moon
 There ain't nothing like it
 All grey and Gold
 Down on Jubilee Road
 I see Mr. Bouvier
 In his two bedroom basement
 In his purple dungarees
 He's grumpy and he's gray
 Oh, he's sweeping off the pavement
 Cigarettes and leaves
 His kid's up in China
 His wife's up in heaven
 Always I wave
 'Cause he's got this expression
 That he's so alone
 Down on Jubilee Road
 
 Oh, I think tomorrow night
 I will knock on his door and hear all about his life
 'Cause I think that's the kind of thing that I might like
 When I'm old, when I'm old
 There's Max and there's Maud
 In the house by the station
 Call them my best friends
 He drinks like a horse
 She don't appreciate all this money he seems to spend
 I can hear them tonight
 He can't find no vocation
 The neighbours they sigh at that new generation
 Just getting stoned
 Down on Jubilee Road
 
 Oh, I feel the summertime
 I will call you up, make everything alright
 Then we'll fill up our cups with that bitter wine
 And I'll show you, I'll show you
 Mice still here, your wardrobe still empty
 And the walls are still paper thin
 And the neighbours, my dear
 I think they still hate me for all these songs I endlessly sing
 'Cause it ain't no perfect street
 And I ain't no perfect lover
 Life it is brief
 I don't think we get no other
 Come back home
 Down on Jubilee Road
 Down on Jubilee Road