Coney Island Baby Album

Artist(s): Lou Reed

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Lou Reed Coney Island Baby Cover Art

Tracklist

Crazy Feeling

length: 2:55
lead vocals: Lou Reed
composer: Lou Reed

You're the kind of person that I've been dreaming of
You're the kind of person that I always wanted to love
And when I first seen you walk right through that bar door
And I seen those suit and tie johns buy you one drink
And then buy you some more I had a -

I know you had that crazy feeling
Now, now, now, you're got that crazy feeling
You know that I've had that crazy feeling, too
I can see it in your ..
You got that crazy feeling
Now, now, now, now, now, you got that crazy feeling
I've had that crazy feeling, too

Now everybody knows that business ends at three
And everybody knows that after hours love is free
And you, you really are a queen
Oh, such a queen, such a queen
And I know, 'cause I made the same scene
I know just what you mean
Because you got that crazy feeling
Now, now, now, now, you're got that crazy feeling
You got that crazy feeling deep inside
Now, I can see it in your eyes
You got that crazy feeling
Now, now, now, now, you're got that crazy feeling
And you got that crazy feeling, too
I feel just like, feel just like you
Crazy feeling ...

Charley’s Girl

length: 2:37
lead vocals: Lou Reed
co-producer: Lou Reed and Godfrey Diamond
composer: Lou Reed
lyricist: Lou Reed
Everybody said that you'd better watch out
Man, she's gonna turn you in
And me, you know that I thought that I looked out
Now look at the trouble that I'm in
You know, you'd better -

Watch out for charley's girl
Watch out for charley's girl
Watch out for charley's girl
Watch out for charley's girl

It happened on new year's eve
They said everybody had to leave
They had a warrant in their hand
They wanted to bust the whole band
I said if I ever see sharon again
I'm gonna punch her face in
You know you, you'd better -

Watch out for charley's girl
Hey, now, now
Watch out for charley's girl
You know she'll turn you, turn you in
Watch out for charley's girl
Watch out for charley's girl
She'll turn you in you'd better, huhh -
Watch out, you'd better -
Watch out, you'd better -
You'd better watch out, you'd better
You'd better watch out for -
Charley's girl

She’s My Best Friend

length: 6:01
lead vocals: Lou Reed
composer: Lou Reed
lyricist: Lou Reed
She's my best friend
certainly not your average girl
Yeah, she's my best friend
she understands me when I'm feeling -

- Down-down-down-down-down-down
you know it sure hurts to be that way
Down-down-down-down-down-down
you know it sure hurts to know that you're that kinda fella

Ah, here's to Mullberry Jane (here's to Mullberry Jane)
she made jam when she came
Somebody cut off her feet
now, jelly rolls in the street

If you want to see me
well, honey, you know that I'm not around
But if you want to hear me
why don't you just turn around
and by the window where the light is

She's my best friend
certainly not just like your average dog or car
She's my best friend
she understands me when I'm feeling -

- Down-down-down-down-down-down
you know it sure hurts to be that way
Down-down-down-down-down-down
you know it sure hurts to know that you're that kinda fella

Let's hear one for Newspaper Joe (Newspaper Joe)
he caught his hand in the door (caught his hand in the door)
Dropped his, ah, teeth on the floor, they say
hey, now, joke is that's the way the news goes

If you want to see, yeah, see me
well, baby, you know that I'm not around
But if you want to feel, yeah, feel me
why don't you just turn around
and by the window where the light is

She's my best friend
she's my best friend, tell me, oh, baby now
She's my best friend
oh, she's my, she's my best friend, give it now
She's my best friend
she's my, she's, she's my best friend
She's my best friend
she's my best friend, tell me, oh, babe now
(La-la-la-la-li-la-la)
(la-la-la-la-li-la)
(La-la-la-la-li-la-la)
(la-la-la-la-li-la)
(La-la-la-la-li-la-la)
(la-la-la-la-li-la)
(La-la-la-la-li-la-la)
(la-la-la-la-li-la)
...

Kicks

length: 6:05
lead vocals: Lou Reed
composer: Lou Reed
How you get your kicks for living
Hey man, what's your style
How you get your adrenalin flowing now
How you get your adrenalin flowing

Hey man, what's your style
I love the way, try to call now
Hey man, what's your style
I ain't jealous of the way you're living
I ain't jealous of the way you're living

When you cut that dude with that stiletto, man
You did it so, ... ah cheaply

When the blood commin' down his neck ...
Don't you know it was better than sex, now, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
'cause it was, the final thing to do, now
Get somebody to come on to you
and then you just get somebody to
to now, now, come on to you
And then you kill 'em, yeah
You kill 'em, now, now, cause I need kicks ...
I'm getting bored, I need, need, need, need now, now some kicks
Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it to me now, now, kicks

Hey man, what's your style
How you get your kicks for living
Hey man, what's your style
How you get your adrenalin flowing now, now, now, now, now
How you get your adrenalin flowing

Hey man, what's your style
You know, I love the way you drive your car now
Hey man, what's your style
I ain't jealous of the way you're living
Ain't jealous of, now, now, the way you're living

Hey, newspaper ...
You said that cat liked knives
You did it so completely, now
With that blood coming down his chest
It was way better than sex, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
It was the final thing to do
Get somebody to came, come on to you, then
Get somebody to, ah, come on to you
Better kill them now
Better kill him now, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, kill him now, now
'Cause I need kicks
I need some kicks
I'm getting bored
I need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Yeah, need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Oh, give it now, kicks
Yeah, need some kicks
Yeah, need some k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k, kicks
Oh, give it me now, now
Kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks ...


A Gift

length: 3:46
lead vocals: Lou Reed
composer: Moe Tucker, John Cale, Sterling Morrison, Lou Reed
I'm just a gift to the women of this world
I'm just a gift to the women of this world

Responsibility sits so hard on my shoulder
Like a good wine, I'm better as I grow older, and now -

- I'm just a gift to the women of this world
I'm just a gift to the women of this world
I'm just a gift to the women of this world

It's hard to settle for second best
After you've had me, you know that you've had the best
And now you know that -

- I'm just a gift to the women of this world

(I'm just a gift to the women of this world)
(I'm just a gift to the women of this world)

Responsibility sits hard on my shoulder
Like a good wine, I'm better as I get older, and now -

- I'm just a gift to the women of this world
You know that I'm just a gift to the women of this world
Just a gift now

(I'm just a gift to the women of this world)
(I'm just a gift to the women of this world)
(I'm just a gift to the women of this world)
(I'm just a gift to the women of this world, just now)
(I'm just a gift to the women of this world, just a gift)
(I'm just a gift to the women of this world)
I'm just a gift to the women of this world
I'm just a gift to the women of this world
....

Ooohhh Baby

length: 3:46
lead vocals: Lou Reed
composer: Lou Reed
You're the kind of girl that
Everybody's warned me about
You're the kind of person that
Everybody's here staring at
But now you are a topless dancer
Working out of a bar on times spuare
And everybody wishes you were back down in some corner
Only baby know, you make me go

Ooohhh baby, ooohhh baby, ooohhh baby
Ooohhh-ooohhh-ooohhh
Ooohhh baby, ooohhh baby, ooohhh baby
Ooohhh-ooohhh-ooohhh

Your old man was the best p and e man
Down on the streets
And all the guy in the precinct
Always was watching for him on the beat
But when he ripped off seymour
He was really not a doing so fine
And everything is knots, well except -
- his hands and legs and maybe even mime
He see they just make them strip off, they say

Ooohhh baby, ooohhh baby, ooohhh
Ooohhh baby, ooohhh
Ooohhh baby, ooohhh baby, ooohhh
Hey, baby, ooohhh-ooohhh

It's very funny asking me
Why they keep the lights on down so low
Well, yesterday's chase's today's competition
Or didn't you know
And all the fluorescent lighting make so your wrinkles
They don't show
And it's very funny the way that
20 bucks an hour cannot go
If you don't make 'em go, now, now, now

Ooohhh baby, ooohhh baby, ooohhh
Ooohhh baby, ooohhh
Ooohhh baby, ooohhh baby, ooohhh baby
Ooohhh-ooohhh-ooohhh

Everybody wondered 'bout you when you was seen
In drinking some beer
You got here from ohio and your mother said
You hooked her in the real near
That's the way it goes now

Ooohhh baby, ooohhh baby, ooohhh baby
Ooohhh-ooohhh-ooohhh
Hey, shake your bones now, mama
Ooohhh baby, ooohhh baby, ah
Hey, ooohhh baby, ooohhh
Walk it, now

(ooohhh baby, ooohhh, ooohhh baby, ooohhh) get down
(ooohhh baby, ooohhh, ooohhh baby, ooohhh)
(ooohhh baby, ooohhh, ooohhh baby, ooohhh)
(ooohhh baby, ooohhh, ooohhh baby, ooohhh)
(ooohhh baby, ooohhh, ooohhh baby, ooohhh)
(ooohhh baby, ooohhh, ooohhh baby, ooohhh)
(ooohhh baby, ooohhh, ooohhh baby, ooohhh)
(ooohhh baby, ooohhh, ooohhh baby, ooohhh)
...

Nobody’s Business

length: 3:45
lead vocals: Lou Reed
co-producer: Lou Reed and Godfrey Diamond
composer: Lou Reed
lyricist: Lou Reed
Hey, if you're moving too fast
Don't you want this thing last
But if you start moving slow and -
Hey, pretty mama, you just will have to go, because -

It's nobody's business but my own
It's nobody's business but my own
No-no-no-no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no, no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no, no-no-no

But if you start acting mean
Then I'll have to mess up the scene
But if you start treating me nice
Hey, now baby, I'm gonna have to raise your price

Because it's nobody's business but my own
It's nobody's business but my own
No-no-no-no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no, no-no-no
No-no-no-no, no-no-no, no-no-no

Nobody's business
Nobody's business, come on now
Hey, nobody's business, yeah, but my own
Nobody's business, oh, my, no-no-no
Nobody's business, no-no-no-no-no
Hey, nobody's business, yeah, but my own
Nobody's business, my own
No-no, no-no-no
No-no-no, no-no-no

Nobody's business
Nobody's business
Nobody's business
Nobody's business, but my own, now
...

Coney Island Baby

length: 6:37
producer: Lou Reed and Godfrey Diamond
lead vocals: Lou Reed
composer: Lou Reed
lyricist: Lou Reed
You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
You believe in or not, that I wanted to play football for the coach
All those older guys,
they said he was mean and cruel
But you know, I wanted to play football, for the coach
They said I was to little too light weight to play line-back
So I say I'm playing right-end
Wanted to play football for the coach
Cause, you know some day, man
you gotta stand up straight
Unless you're gonna fall
Then you're gonna die
And the straightest dude I ever knew
Was standing right for me, all the time
So I had to play football for the coach
And I wanted to play football for the coach

When you're all alone and lonely
in your midnight hour
And you find that your soul,
it has been up for sale

And you getting to think about,
all the things you done
And you getting to hate
just about everything

But remember the princess who lived on the hill
Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong
And right now she just might come shining through
and the

glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, just might come through

And all your two-bit friends
have gone and ripped you off
They're talking behind your back saying, man
you are never going to be a human being
And you start thinking again
About all those things that you've done
And who it was and who it was
And all the different things you made every different scene

Ah, but remember that the city is a funny place
Something like a circus or a sewer
And just remember, different people have peculiar tastes
And the

Glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Yeah, but now, now
Glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Glory of love, ah, huh, huh, the glory of love
Glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, now, glory of love, now
Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love
Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love see you through
Oh, my Coney Island baby, now
(I'm a Coney Island baby, now)
I'd like to send this one out for Lou and Rachel
and all the kids and P.S. 192
Coney Island baby
Man, I'd swear, I'd give the whole thing up for you