Elvis CostelloPony St.

She lives on Pony St. And they should scatter flowers at her feet But when they come calling, I think it’s appalling They’re sober and they’re polite They’re deeply respectful when I would expect them To keep her out all night That little martinet will get her own way Yet, if you need instruction in mindless destruction I’ll show you a thing or two You used to adore me but now my life flashes before me for you to view Oh mother, oh mother, sometimes you are so mortifying From the hole in your leopard skin tights, I can tell, you’ve been spying But your generation confesses before it transgresses Those 'Super-8' movies of daddy in your disco dresses If you’re going out tonight, I won’t wait up Reading 'Das Kapital', watching 'Home shopping club' While you’re flogging a dead horse, all the way down Pony St. Where you live after a fashion, all the way down Pony St. The life and the soul of every indiscretion That lives on, that lives on, that lives on Pony St. Daughter, oh daughter, you know I will love you forever But spare me the white ankle socks with the lace and the leather For you and your cartoon threat, do no good to resist me For I am the genuine thing, but for you, it’s just history If you’re going out tonight, how can you be sure Where you lay your pretty head, mother may have been before So you’re flogging a dead horse, all the way down Pony St. Where you live after a fashion, all the way down Pony St. The life and the soul of every indiscretion That lives on, that lives on That lives on, that lives on That lives on She lives on Pony St. She lives on Pony St. She lives on, she lives on She lives on, she lives on
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