Down on Cyprus AvenueWith a childlike vision slipping into viewThe click and clacking of the high-heeled shoeFord and Fitzroy, and Madame George
Marching with the soldier boy behindHe's much older now with hat on, drinking wineAnd that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting throughOh, the cool night air like Shalimar
And outside they're making all the stopsThe kids out in the street collecting bottle topsGone for cigarettes and matches in the shopsHappy taking Madame George
Whoa, that's when you fallWhoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, that's when you fallYeah, that's when you fall
When you fall into a tranceA-sitting on a sofa playing games of chanceWith your folded arms and history books you glanceInto the eyes of Madame George
And you think you found the bagYou're getting weaker and your knees begin to sagIn a corner, playing dominoes in dragThe one and only Madame George
Then from outside the frosty window rapsShe jumps up and says, "Lord, have mercy, I think that it's the cops"And immediately drops everything she gotsDown into the street below
And you know you gotta goOn that train from Dublin up to Sandy RowThrowing pennies at the bridges down belowAnd the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
Say goodbye to Madame GeorgeDry your eye for Madame GeorgeWonder why for Madame GeorgeWo-oh-oh
And as you leave, the room is filled with musicLaughing, music, dancing, music all around the roomAnd all the little boys come around, walking away from it allSo cold
And as you're about to leaveShe jumps up and says, "Hey love, you forgot your glove"And the love that loves, the love that loves, the love that lovesThe love that loves to love, the love that loves to love, to love the gloves
To say goodbye to Madame GeorgeDry your eye for Madame GeorgeWonder why for Madame GeorgeDry your eyes for Madame George
Say goodbyeIn the wind and the rain on the backstreetIn the backstreet, in the backstreetSay goodbye to Madame George
In the backstreet, in the backstreet, in the backstreetWell, well, down home, down home in the backstreet
Gotta go
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbyeDry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eyeYour eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eyeYour eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eyeYour eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eyeSay goodbye to Madame GeorgeAnd the love that loves to love, that loves to love, that loves to loveThe love that loves the love to love, the love that loves to loveSay goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, hey, to Madame GeorgeDry your eye for Madame GeorgeWonder why for Madame GeorgeAh, the love that loves, the love that loves to loveThe love that loves to love, the love that loves to loveSay goodbye, goodbyeGet on the trainGet on the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, oh, darlin'This is the train, this is the train, darlin'This is the train
Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbyeGoodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbyeGet on the train, get on the train
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