The Story of the Eggs

From our rooftop I can see
Where the silver city turns to green
And I hear the blues that we’ll be singing when we leave
And this return to you and me and the sunshine state of early dreams
It might bring all the fascination that we seek
When they sell this place they’re gonna talk about us

This is a story of you and me and a little glory
This is a tale about a love that’s not for sale
Not to anybody

From the dark heart I did hear
A distant crash in Gotham loud and clear
The party’s over in our city soon I fear
And happy days will not return
Until the war machinе begins to burn
All of the lessons that thе baby boom can’t learn
When they teach this class they’re gonna read about us

This is a story of you and me and a little glory
This is a tale about a love that’s not for sale

I’m gonna trade in this pigs eye for a prince town
When I first saw you glittering in the eyes of the uptown
Put on your white gloves and join me my love for a night at the cloud club
We’re gonna paint a scene whilst we swim in the stream of pink champagne
City of you and me will make the dream reality
And I’ll write the story

I know it's time to go but I’m gonna stay and have another with Earnest
Things we must discuss
But never you mind what and there’s a cab downstairs my love
Why should all your life be work when you know you and I can always borrow
I know there's something going on with you and that big phony you two faires
Come now let's not have another one of your scenes
Do you really need to embarrass us both again?

My girl who did mix up the hours then?
Do you remember how we were back when we were young?

From a million miles away I am not the boy you met that day

This is a story, of you and me and a little glory
This is a tale about a love that's not for sale
This is a story of you and me and a little glory
This is a tale of a love that's not for sale