1000 Royalty Street
Robert Pollard
The winning party
On the house
Hence the number
One thousand Royalty Street
Head for room
Head for street
Head for house
One thousand Royalty Street
Deadly sentimental
Maybe an eye falls out
I never did everything
Blast of comfort
Beatles fist and blown at the seams
On one thousand Royalty Street
Patent shoes
Tread impossible compass schemes
One thousand Royalty Street
Knocking away the pedestal
Maybe the horse pays out
Do not question anything
My personal interest guarded
My caution and royalty discarded
In the street
Lie to everyone you meet
I wish my motor was running as fast as my feet