City Of Blue Stories Songtext

He looks pretty good for his age Looks pretty good for this time of the morning He saw that sly-eyed girl checkin him out in her trench coat little miss agent incognito This bar-tending job is only a phase He's been sayin that so long it's like he's taking inventory But you know, you've got to believe in yourself or nobody else will And in his heart, he knows he's the next DeNiro C: In the city of blue stories In the city of blue stories In the city of blue stories It's a new morning He reminds her of someone she's seen Could be that guy -- what's his name? -- she's seen him in the movies She asks him for a beer and he gives her this sneer that makes her think of Elvis Presley Or, it could be Jimmy Dean But her vision's gettin blurry and she's feeling kinda woozy She says, "What time you get off work?" He says, "You talkin to me?" She says, "Yeah, baby, I can tell that you're not boring" (Chorus) Now if we were in Hollywood Our heroes would be heading for a little R-rated satisfaction But this ain't no lights, camera, action This is Manhattan So they go down to an all-night diner on Tenth Avenue Sit there drinkin coffee with the drag queens and the prostitutes And he tells her about the time he played a cop on an episode of Cheers And she tells him how secretly she's been taking tap classes for years And how she's practically in show biz anyway, cause she's workin Midtown for this entertainment lawyer And the sun rises over the East River in a haze of faded glory (Chorus)