Empty sound, deserted town
Beneath the silvery feathered down
Of morning's waking breath

Forgotten tunes and silver spoons
Goes to deeply shadowed gloom
And dies a silent death

Junketed peers through plastic ears
Holds his bottle heaven near
And dimly strange to rise

Unreal, can't feel
His dagger dangling band of steel
Through plastic coated eyes

Don't turn away, there ain't no need
It's just 3 o'clock Flamingo Street


Big band show an hour ago
I saw the laughing doorman show the stairway to the
crowd

Yellow girls
Hair uncurled
Swaying in a rhythmic world

To the music playing load
Close light, shines bright


Pierces through the yielding night
And hides the shadows deep
Feeling free should be

No time to turn the door to see
Where morning widows weep
Don't turn away, there ain't no need

It's just 3 o'clock Flamingo Street

Pains begun bottle done

No place where a man can run
To shield his shaking brain
Head down round and round

Hold on harder to the ground
Untouched by the rain
Flesh cold, young or old

Who cares if the truth be told
Is only him to blame
Jack and Jill, had their fill

Begin to walk the day
Until it all begins again
Don't turn around there ain't no need

It's just 3 o'clock Flamingo Street