The Slang - Pick It Up

Pick up the F train
A bum's in Central Park
Pretzels on the burner
Creepers in the dark
Someone dropped a finger
Nail in my food
My guitar's on the avenue
Let's pick up the mood

Pick it up
Pick up the big sound
Jerk offs at the other end
Let 'em knock 'em down

Blues heads and black brushes
At the hellish gate
Better take your camera out
Think it's gettin' late
Gino's at the playhouse
Slippin' out the side door
Let's hit the dance floor now
And pick it up some more

Pick it up
Pick a lonely Shaffer
Put down all my feelings
It's already in the paper

Three to five movin' vans
Blockin' up the street
Bet they don't need wheels at home
They hit it when they please
Go watch your Tiffany's
Better check the time
Where did all my money go
Think I dropped a dime

Pick it up
Pick up the cash
Put it in the gold plate now
Ashes to ash

Let's stay on an island
And let's go to the beach
We've had too many beers now
We're gettin' out of reach
Baseball's in the air
First strike has been thrown
The planes are in my hangar
Strike two
No one's leavin' home

Pick it up
Pick up the suitcase
Get it on the bus now
Gotta get out of this place

Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up

Written by:
Alexander Jeffrey Kydd

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Lyrics © WHIRLED MUSIC PUBLISHING

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