Coney Island Baby

(Lou Reed)

You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
You believe it or not, that I wanted to play football for the coach
And all those older guys
They said that he was mean and cruel but you know
I wanted to play football for the coach
They said I was a little too lightweight to play linebacker and so I’m playing right-end
Want to play football for the coach
‘Cause you know some day man you gotta stand up straight unless you’re gonna fall
Then you’re going to die
And the straightest dude I ever knew was standing right for me all the time
So I had to play football for the coach
And I wanted to play football for the coach

When you’re all alone and lonely
In your midnight hour
And you find that your soul
It has been up for sale
And you’re getting to think about
All the things that you done
And you’re getting to hate
Just about everything
But remember the princess who lived on the hill
Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong
And right now she just might come shining through
And the glory of love
Glory of love
Glory of love just might come through
And all your two-bit friends have gone and ripped you off
They’re talking behind your back saying “man, you are never going to be no human being”
And you start thinking again about all those things that you’ve done
And who it was and what it was
And all the different things that made every different scene
But remember that the city is a funny place
Something like a circus or a sewer
And just remember different people have peculiar tastes
And the glory of love
The glory of love
The glory of love might see you through
Yeah but now, now
The glory of love
The glory of love
The glory of love might see you through
The glory of love
The glory of love
The Glory of love
Glory of love, now, glory of love, now
Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love
Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love to see you through
my Coney Island baby, now
I’m a Coney Island baby now
I’d like to send this one out to Lou and Rachel
And all the kids at P.S. 192 Coney Island baby
Man, I swear, I’d give the whole thing up for you

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