Из альбома: Bossa n Roses
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Please take me home
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Please take me home
Just a' urchin livin' under the street
I’m a hard case that’s tough to beat
I’m your charity case
So buy me somethin' to eat
I’ll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line
Ragz to richez or so they say
Ya gotta keep pushin' for the fortune and fame
It’s all a gamble
When it’s just a game
Ya treat it like a capital crime
Evrybody’s doin' their time
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Please Take me home
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Please Take me home
Captain america’s been torn apart
Now he’s a court jester with a broken heart
He said —
Turn me around and take me back to the start
I must be losin' my mind — «are you blind?»
I’ve seen it all a million times
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Please Take me home
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Please Take me home