ZED ALLEY

There's a pub in Zed Alley where you can hear music all night
And I'm too young to get in now, but in a year I just might
And the man with the magical saxophone he runs the bar
And he's swallowed the cellar door key and he won't say where the single malts are.

Look, Mother, I can see fire through my fingers
Look, Mother, aren't you just terribly proud of me yet?
And please, Mother, when I grow up can I sing there?
And please, Mother, hold me when I face the crowd...

Heard the saxophone barman's been having a secret affair
With a mockingbird breeder who used to dance with Fred Astaire
And she visits him down in Zed Alley when she has the time
But she knows that the mockingbird business is in decline

Look, Mother, I can see fire through my fingers
Look, Mother, aren't you just terribly proud of me yet?
And please, Mother, when I grow up can I be you?
And please, Mother, let it be your face I wear...

Whose song in my right hand?
(Song of my song, not my song)
Whose blood in my left hand?
(Blood of my blood, not my blood
Blood of my blood, not my blood)

So, Daughter, you can see fire through your fingers
Dear, Daughter, when I was your age I held that flame too
And yes, Daughter, when you grow up you can sing there
And yes, Daughter, I'm proud that you're doing so well...