Come on—Joey, get out of school   we got places to go   a ’57 Lincoln; you got a radio that hurts   and the girls like to touch it   just to find out if it works   but don’t look at me   it wasn’t me      Joey live on the edge of the corner   of living on the run   I like to ride in the middle   I’m just tryin’ to have some fun   until the Pirates come   and take me      and I won’t need a pilot   got a pirate who might sail   somewhere I hear far away   you answer me   so I’m holding on   to your rainbow sleeves      well, goodbye, boys,   oh my buddy boys,   oh my sad-eyed Sinatras   it’s a cold globe around the sea   you keep the shirt that I bought ya   and I know you’ll get the chance to make it   and nothin’s gonna stop you   you just reach right out and take it   You say—   So Long, Lonely Avenue   So Long, Lonely Avenue      I’ll see you there   Wait an’ see   Be lookin’ for me   just like you   just like me