To keep her out all night
If you’re going out tonight, I won’t wait up
But spare me the white ankle socks with the lace and the leather
She lives on, she lives on
The life and the soul of every indiscretion
They’re sober and they’re polite
That lives on, that lives on
From the hole in your leopard skin tights, I can tell, you’ve been spying
That lives on, that lives on
Those 'Super-8' movies of daddy in your disco dresses
If you’re going out tonight, how can you be sure
Yet, if you need instruction in mindless destruction
The life and the soul of every indiscretion
She lives on Pony St.
That lives on, that lives on, that lives on
Reading 'Das Kapital', watching 'Home shopping club'
That little martinet will get her own way
She lives on Pony St.
You used to adore me but now my life flashes before me for you to view
Where you lay your pretty head, mother may have been before
While you’re flogging a dead horse, all the way down Pony St.
Oh mother, oh mother, sometimes you are so mortifying
For I am the genuine thing, but for you, it’s just history
They’re deeply respectful when I would expect them
Where you live after a fashion, all the way down Pony St.
I’ll show you a thing or two
But your generation confesses before it transgresses
Pony St.
Where you live after a fashion, all the way down Pony St.
That lives on
For you and your cartoon threat, do no good to resist me
Daughter, oh daughter, you know I will love you forever
So you’re flogging a dead horse, all the way down Pony St.
