New London Calling

The phone rings, another intrigue You try to get to me go downtown You can't trick me into sleeping With the gutter punks on the ground So now why am I out here tonight on the sidewalk Bumming a cigarette off your friends? La la la la New London calling You're a cheapskate in a cheap skirt But Money Don't Matter 2 Night My White Sport Coat is dirty But I'm Dancing in the Moonlight Let's find some place to be alone I think your friends will be alright La la la la New London calling Blue and red lights In the daylight You got me running down State Street You can't trick me into leaving You know you can't talk that sweet I'll be by your side if you need me To sweep you off your feet La la la la New London calling