Springtime in February on the avenue
Strange person recognize me
"Hello, how do you do?"
Transistor radio plays "Rock-Rockaway Beach"
Dog-walking, female-stalking sucker on a leash
And you know that I'll be found
In the cafe underground
The one where everybody talks
But no one ever makes a sound
Soul sister honey-lovechild girlfriend walk my way
Tongue-twister talking hepcat what's your line today?
Suburban teenage punk in metal-studded face
Corner-hanging toughboy come and put me in my place
And you know that I'll be found
In the cafe underground
The one where everybody talks
But no one ever makes a sound
Street busking brass band stop my wandering for a while
Make me forget that I'm some poser in denial
Trashcan-drumming hobo won't you please lend them a hand?
Flyer-posting guitar player looking for a band
And you know that I'll be found
In the cafe underground
The one where everybody talks
But no one ever makes a sound