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they ll eat a working girl like her alive
They go steaming up to brooklyn bridge, through harlem, rousseau paints a jungle flower behind her ear
Drifting on the air-conditioned wind, go steaming up to rousseau s vines Line, they go steaming up to brooklyn bridge
coy and bitchy
And charging elephants and chanting slaving boats, with his hard-edged eye and his steady hand, through huts
screaming in a ritual of sound and time
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths, he paints the cellar full of ferns and orchid vines Jungle, and he hangs a moon above a five-piece band

it slithers away on brass like mouthpiece spit
rousseau walks on trumpet paths
Through i bars and girders-through wires and pipes, in a low-cut blouse she brings the beer Joni, through huts
Through the class on park and the trash on vine, in a low-cut blouse she brings the beer
With his hard-edged eye and his steady hand, rousseau paints a jungle flower behind her ear
coy and bitchy
He paints the cellar full of ferns and orchid vines, the jungle line, those cannibals-of shuck and jive

Coy and bitchy, he hangs it up above the jungle line
Through europe and the deep deep heart of dixie blue, safaris to the heart of all that jazz, steaming up the jungle line
he paints the cellar full of ferns and orchid vines
and he hangs a moon above a five-piece band
through huts
pretty women funneled through valves and smoke
And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in, there s a poppy snake in a dressing room

through europe and the deep deep heart of dixie blue
drifting on the air-conditioned wind