Well it's saturday night in new jersey   And you're feeling kinda wet   Now the summer heat is getting you worried   So you try to look as innocent as you can as you sweat   And you've got a woman on the other side of the law   But it ain't cool to go see her yet   Because her ex-old man's a city cop   Who thinks he's auditioning for dragnet   So you stand on the corner looking kinda torn   And in the blue light lounge   Where death was born   The jazz musician blows his horn      You pop a letter to your baby in richmond   'cause you're feeling pretty down   She's kinda small but at least she's a rich one   Oh, and she needs you real bad   And sometimes that's all that counts   You had a teenage band and flying hands   And oh, you was pretty big, you were pretty big in the   South   But you passed out on stage and flew into a rage   And someone tried to revive you   Mouth to mouth   You felt a pain in your chest   As you passed the crown   And in the blue light lounge   The lights went down   And the audience slipped silently out of town      Well now the atheist he burns you for laughing out loud   Because he can't understand what you're saying   And the word's out when they pushed him in the hole   Everybody knows that he went out praying   Oh, now the park is dark but the sidewalk's bright   And alive with the light of the living   Oh and mama can I walk you home tonight   'cause it's a big bad city   And this boy's got a lot for the givingi'm stranded in the jungle   First stage witness at a company killing   I'm clutching my high school diploma, shuffling my feet   Promised sixty bucks a week   And guaranteed top billing   Well you can live a life of love in new york   Only if you don't, if you don't love living   And I met this taxi driver who drives me around town   Telling tales of his back seat women      And out on the corner there's no room to move   'cause everybody's trying so hard to groove   And in the blue light lounge   The jazz musician plays his blues