I absolutely adore the way he describes the neighborhood and how he finishes the song asking her to come back home. This intelligent and elegant songwriting.
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 will lose I see a party balloon And I ain't been invited Hey, look at that moon There ain't nothing like it All grey and gold Down on Jubilee Road Can see Mr. Bouvier In his two-bedroom basement In his purple dungarees He's grumpy and he's grey Always 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 Maude In the house by the station Call them my best friends He drinks like a horse She don't appreciate it All this money he seems to spend I can hear them tonight He can't find no vocation The neighbors they sigh At that new generation Just getting stoned Down on Jubilee Road Oh, I think in the summertime I will call you up, make everything alright And we'll fill up our cups with that bitter wine And I'll show you, I'll show you Mice are still here Your wardrobe's still empty And the walls are still paper thin And the neighbors, my dear I think they still hate me For all these songs I endlessly sing 'Cause it ain't no perfect street 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
I absolutely adore the way he describes the neighborhood and how he finishes the song asking her to come back home. This intelligent and elegant songwriting.
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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 will lose
I see a party balloon
And I ain't been invited
Hey, look at that moon
There ain't nothing like it
All grey and gold
Down on Jubilee Road
Can see Mr. Bouvier
In his two-bedroom basement
In his purple dungarees
He's grumpy and he's grey
Always 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 Maude
In the house by the station
Call them my best friends
He drinks like a horse
She don't appreciate it
All this money he seems to spend
I can hear them tonight
He can't find no vocation
The neighbors they sigh
At that new generation
Just getting stoned
Down on Jubilee Road
Oh, I think in the summertime
I will call you up, make everything alright
And we'll fill up our cups with that bitter wine
And I'll show you, I'll show you
Mice are still here
Your wardrobe's still empty
And the walls are still paper thin
And the neighbors, my dear
I think they still hate me
For all these songs I endlessly sing
'Cause it ain't no perfect street
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
This is absolutely beautiful
Thanks for sharing 😊
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