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I’ve got $45 in my $5 pants I’ve got a car that’s ready to roll
My baby should be ready with her whimsical glance
Just got to make that phone call then I’m heading out along the road
Driving through the city to some music and light, it shines like a magical dream
I hug my baby and she puts her hand upon my knee
She’s living with an actress who’s ¾ mad, who’s got a cat with only one ear
She’s got a strange predilection for Icelandic jazz
And she says she’ll be in Reykjavik sometime early next year
Waiting for the band to start with stubbies of beer, the crowd’s getting ready to roar
I hold my baby and it’s like we’ve never touched before
She’s got her hair in the air like an African Queen, she’s got a coat that’s seen better days
She’s wearing a badge that is vaguely obscene,
and I’m raving like a madman but she understands the things that I say
The band comes on about ¼ past nine, they’re belting out bluegrass and swing
Her hand’s upon my shoulder as the man begins to sing
Well I’ve said I’ve been in love before and I guess that I was, but now I’m jumping round and clicking my heels
I’m singing and I’m dancing round the landscape because
my baby looks me in the eye and says that’s just the way that she feels
The band stops playing when the pub has to close, we drive back to my place to stay
We kiss and we canoodle til the dawning of a brand new day
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