There is no wall high enough to keep me from the sound
That percolates nightly on the lower east side of town
Hear the interaction of the bass and drum
Like a lovers quarrel based in mixolydion
The sax makes a statement, the trumpet swears it's true
On the lower east side of town
Where everyone sings the blues
Jimmy cranks the guitar, while Oli strokes the keys
His fingers run the keyboard like a swarm of bumblebees
The bass and drum are thumpin' and the sound is really clean
The waitresses are dancing like they're high on toxaphene
The music is rocking, it's a hot steamin' tune
On the lower east side of town
Where everyone sings the blues
Come on baby close your eyes
Inhale deep and you'll be fine
Come on baby open wide
Let it the music get you high
The band is rocking steady as they play their last encore
We echo every verse, just like we memorized the score
The crowd jumps to their feet, let's have another round
We stumble to the street, like a buch of cartoon clowns
We're waiting for a taxi, we'll be cruising down
On the lower east side of town
Where everyone sings the blues
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