On jubilee street there was a girl named bee
She had a history, but she has no past
When they shut her down the russians moved in
Now i am to scared to even walk on past
She used to say:
All those good people down on jubilee street
They ought to practice what they preach
Here they are to practice what they preach
Those good people on jubilee street
And here i come up the hill
I’m pushing my own wheel of love
I got love in my tummy and a tiny little pain
And a ten ton catastrophe on a 60 pound chain
And i’m pushing my wheel of love on jubilee streets
I look at them now
The problem was she had a little black book
And my name was written on every page
Well a girl’s gotta make ends meet
Even down jubilee street
I was out of place and time, and over the hill, and out of my mind
On jubilee street
I ought to ṗractice what i preach
These days i go downtown in my tie and tails
I got a foetus on the leash
I am alone now, i am beyond recriminations
Curtains are shut, the furniture is gone
I’m transforming, i’m vibrating, i’m glowing
I’m flying, look at me
I’m flying, look at me now