文本歌词

The Apple Stretching - Grace Jones
The sun comes swaggering across the harbour
And kisses the lady waiting in the narrows
She already plenty shaky stands there
Blushing clutching the torch of liberty
Uptown luigi who don't speak english so good
Is having an accident
Backing his dumptruck into the fence
The tin cans go clattering down the lane
A drowsy bum thinks it's thunder
And pulls the news over his head to stop the rain
No it ain't judgement day
No it ain't armageddon
It's just the apple stretching and yawning just morning
New york putting it's feet on the floor
It's just the apple stretching and yawning just morning
New york putting it's feet on the floor
Suburban refugees fleeing the cracked cisterns
Worm ridden fruit trees stream out grand central
Please to be breathing bagels and pollution
In time square new graffiti old revolutions
A bag lady is cursing the waiter for giving her a free coffee
Lucky hes a jesus freak moonlighting
At the acme discount store over in queens
The burglar alarm starts to scream
A cop picks out his gun fires one and yells freeze
No it ain't worl war four
No it ain't world war four
It's just the apple stretching and yawning just morning
New york putting it's feet on the floor
Just the apple stretching and yawning just morning
New york putting it's feet on the floor
Nearby the hudson a hooker makes a u
To help a blind man to his pew in the park
Some long ago home training jars the memory
The bag lady says thank you and curties
The herd of beaten tourists limp homeward
Having bitten off more than they could chew
Moaning them old big city blues
Miss liberty depicts her qualms and grins
Another subway starts rattling
And luigis cans go clattering down the hill
No it ain't some kind of ill wind
No it ain't the world coming to an end
Just the apple stretching and yawning just morning
New york putting it's feet on the floor
Just the apple stretching and yawning just morning
New york putting it's feet on the floor