I was almost robbed by a doorman,
another cool September evening coming down,
I was held up by somebody's passenger on the main line
to my nurse's house
Then they had me all blocked up to get around Mr. Phillip's Dynamite
Then I forgot about the tracing paper festival on the avenue
I never could get past the looks of those people off the edge,
Here come the First Aid helicopters from the parachute sector,
Mr. Somebody had Nobody peeking in at the dirty numbers on the sneaker products,
and of course, the lady had to be helped
she and her best friend were all right
but there was still a nose full of lead and the crazed suspector, in the background, turning about
Well they laid down some flack on the ramp to the bridge
A sweetheart fairy set fire all along the guardrails,
Well it got to twilight time, around the places of the faded Regal Offices,
Watching from the middle, I got held up again
At outside the Coffee Shop Church, The Terrestrial Market, The Business Gift Shop,
The Fine Furnishing Hole, and the Antique Tradestore, with its humble little signpost
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