Song parody of
On the West Side of Town
by The Zilis
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Churchill girls are suckers for a farewell kiss
From the barefoot diplomats on the Jersey strip
In the hot summer heat of the evening sun
There was war to be had, there was ground to be won
Joni was a poet with eyes like the sea
Clad in slumberous clothes and bourbon jewellery
She was bound for love under crimson sky
If the greasers played it cool in their beat-up rides
Had all the breaks as a juvenile
But when money couldn't buy what her heart desired
She would step to the scene where the good guys don't wear white
On the west side of town
Let me follow you down
We'll get drunk in the streets and dissolve in the revelry all around
Down in the dumps with the throwaways
Little Steven licked the wounds on his angel face
Yeah, he had to earn what he had in a fight
Still he looked just like the edge of a switchblade knife
Wanted a world rid of bigotry
Where he wasn't measured up by society
So he slipped on his jeans and made his way to the blazing lights
On the west side of town
Let me follow you down
We'll get drunk in the streets and we'll dance to the beat of the carnival sound
Now the boy ain't so tough when the girl rolls in
With a glance he melts the soul of his virgin twin
So they steal away to rival the windswept night
All is still, in his arms she sleeps
Steven turns to lay a kiss on her tender cheek
And he whispers in her ear 'cause he might never see her again
Churchill girls are suckers for a farewell kiss
From the barefoot diplomats on the Jersey strip
In the hot summer heat of the evening sun
There was war to be had, there was ground to be won
Churchill girls are suckers for a farewell kiss
From the barefoot diplomats on the Jersey strip
In the hot summer heat of the evening sun
There was war to be had, there was ground to be won
Joni was a poet with eyes like the sea
Clad in slumberous clothes and bourbon jewellery
She was bound for love under crimson sky
If the greasers played it cool in their beat-up rides
Had all the breaks as a juvenile
But when money couldn't buy what her heart desired
She would step to the scene where the good guys don't wear white
On the west side of town
Let me follow you down
We'll get drunk in the streets and dissolve in the revelry all around
Down in the dumps with the throwaways
Little Steven licked the wounds on his angel face
Yeah, he had to earn what he had in a fight
Still he looked just like the edge of a switchblade knife
Wanted a world rid of bigotry
Where he wasn't measured up by society
So he slipped on his jeans and made his way to the blazing lights
On the west side of town
Let me follow you down
We'll get drunk in the streets and we'll dance to the beat of the carnival sound
Now the boy ain't so tough when the girl rolls in
With a glance he melts the soul of his virgin twin
So they steal away to rival the windswept night
All is still, in his arms she sleeps
Steven turns to lay a kiss on her tender cheek
And he whispers in her ear 'cause he might never see her again
Churchill girls are suckers for a farewell kiss
From the barefoot diplomats on the Jersey strip
In the hot summer heat of the evening sun
There was war to be had, there was ground to be won
