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Lyrics
Down on Cyprus Avenue With a childlike vision leaping into view Clicking and clacking of the high heeled shoe Ford and Fitzroy, and Madame George Marching with the soldier boy behind He's much older now with hat on drinking wine And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through All the cool night air like Shalimar And outside they're making all the stops The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops Happy taken Madame George Woah, that's when you fall Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah That's when you fall Yeah, that's when you fall When you fall into a trance A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance With your folded arms and history books you glance Into the eyes of Madame George And you think you found the bag You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag In a corner playing dominoes in drag The one and only Madame George Then from outside the frosty window raps She jumps up and says "Lord, have mercy I think that it's the cops" And immediately drops everything she gots Down into the street below And you know you gotta go On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row Throwing pennies at the bridges down below And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow Say goodbye to Madame George Dry your eye for Madame George Wonder why for Madame George Woah And as you leave, the room is filled with music Laughing, music, dancing, music all around the room And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all So cold And as you're about to leave She jumps up and says "Hey love You forgot your gloves, and The love that loves the love that loves the love That loves the love that loves to love The love that loves to love the love, the gloves" To say goodbye to Madame George Dry your eye for Madame George Wonder why for Madame George Dry your eyes for Madame George Say goodbye In the wind and the rain on the backstreet In the backstreet, in the backstreet Say goodbye to Madame George In the backstreet, in the backstreet, in the backstreet Woah-oh, yeah-woah Down home, down home in the back street Gotta go Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye Say goodbye to Madame George And the loves that love to love that loves to love That loves to love the loves that loves to love The love that loves to love Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Woah-oh, mmm Mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm Mmm-mm-mmm Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, eh-eh to Madame George Dry your eye for Madame George Wonder why for Madame George Oh, the love that loves, the love that loves to love the love That loves to love the love that loves to love Say goodbye, goodbye Get on the train Get on the train, the train, the train The train, the train darling This is the train, this is the train darling This is the train Whoa, say goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, ah-ah Get on the train, get on the train
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Song Info
Release Year
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Genres
Folk
Rock
Moods
Calm & Peaceful
Vocals
Male