There's a down town fairy singing out, "Proud Mary" As she cruises Christopher Street And some Southern Queen is acting loud and mean Where the docks and the Badlands meet
This Halloween is something to be sure Especially to be here without you
There's a Greta Garbo and an Alfred Hitchcock And some black Jamaican stud There's five Cinderellas and some leather drags I almost fell into my mug
There's a Crawford, Davis and a tacky Cary Grant And some homeboys lookin' for trouble down here from the Bronx
But there ain't no Hairy and no Virgin Mary You won't hear those voices again And Johnny Rio and Rotten Rita You'll never see those faces again
This Halloween is something to be sure Especially to be here without you
There's the Born Again Losers and the Lavender Boozers And some crack team from Washington Heights The boys from Avenue B and the girls from Avenue D A Tinkerbell in tights This celebration somehow gets me down Especially when I see you're not around
There's no Peter Pedantic saying things romantic In Latin, Greek or Spic There's no Three bananas or Brandy Alexander Dishing all their tricks
It's a different feeling that I have today Especially when I know you've gone away
There's a girl from Soho with a T-shirt saying, "I blow" She's with the 'Jive five 2 plus 3' And the girls for pay dates are giving cut rates Or else doing it for free
The past keeps knock, knock, knocking on my door And I don't want to hear it anymore
No consolations please for feelin' funky I got to get my head above my knees But it makes me mad and mad makes me sad And then I start to freeze
In the back of my mind, I was afraid it might be true In the back of my mind, I was afraid that they meant you