Welcome
to the 46th and Wind Street.
You turn to the right at Top of Down Street.
Step a little closer to the blue shaded building,
then you'll see.
See what?
All the gloomy lights in the civil fight.
Everything is happening at the 46th and Wind Street.
It's that, really.
Susie Cream, she's on the dancing floor.
Took all that you got, then stood once more.
Is she?
Step a little closer to the red painted discotheque,
you'll see.
I'm the booby god who makes you run wild.
Jump in every evening at the 46th and Wind Street.
I'm playing lousy records all night long.
Monday,
Tuesday and so on.
Here comes the walking down history.
The dreaded bucket sound.
Look
at me, man.
Step a little closer to this happy DJ man,
then you'll see.
Hope I will.
Outside 46, all alone, I got no chicks.
I'm a negro DJ man at the 46th and Wind Street.
Strange record.
What about some?