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    Well it's Saturday night in New Jersey
    And you're feeling kinda wet
    Now the summer heat is getting you worried
    So you try to look as innocent as you can as you sweat
    And you've got a woman on the other side of the law
    But it ain't cool to go see her yet
    Because her ex-old man's a city cop
    Who thinks he's auditioning for Dragnet
    So you stand on the corner looking kinda torn
    And in the Blue Light Lounge
    Where death was born
    The jazz musician blows his horn

    You pop a letter to your baby in Richmond
    'Cause you're feeling pretty down
    She's kinda small but at least she's a rich one
    Oh, and she needs you real bad
    And sometimes that's all that counts
    You had a teenage band and flying hands
    And oh, you was pretty big, you were pretty big in the
    But you passed out on stage and flew into a rage
    And someone tried to revive you
    mouth to mouth
    You felt a pain in your chest
    As you passed the crown
    And in the Blue Light Lounge
    The lights went down
    And the audience slipped silently out of town

    Well now the atheist he burns you for laughing out loud
    Because he can't understand what you're saying
    And the word's out when they pushed him in the hole
    Everybody knows that he went out praying
    Oh, now the park is dark but the sidewalk's bright
    And alive with the light of the living
    Oh and mama can I walk you home tonight
    'Cause it's a big bad city
    And this boy's got a lot for the givingI'm stranded in the jungle
    First stage witness at a company killing
    I'm clutching my high school diploma, shuffling my feet
    Promised sixty bucks a week
    And guaranteed top billing
    Well you can live a life of love in New York
    Only if you don't, if you don't love living
    And I met this taxi driver who drives me around town
    Telling tales of his back seat women

    And out on the corner there's no room to move
    'Cause everybody's trying so hard to groove
    And in the Blue Light Lounge
    The jazz musician plays his blues

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