She jumps up and says, Lord, have mercy I think it's the cops
Wonder why for Madame George
Marching with the soldier boy behind
Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street
This is the train, this is the train
Whoa, that's when you fall
And the loves to love to love the love
Wonder why for Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
Get on the train, the train, the train
And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all
Dry your eye for Madame George
The cool night air like Shalimar
Down into the street below
The one and only Madame George
And the gloves to love, to love the gloves
He's much older with hat on drinking wine
Dry your eyes for Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe
In the backstreet, in the back street
The love's to love, the love's to love, the love's to love
And then from outside the frosty window raps
So cold, and as you're about to leave
Get on the train
A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
Say goodbye to Madame George
Say goodbye to Madame George
Say goodbye goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to Madame George
And you think you found the bag
Say goodbye to Madame George
Happy taken Madame George
Say goodbye, goodbye
And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
And outside they're making all the stops
Gotta go, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
To say goodbye to Madame George
And as you leave, the room is filled with music
Wonder why for Madame George
Down home, down home in the back street
On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
Throwing pennies at the bridges down below
When you fall into a trance
The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops
Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye
You glance into the eyes of Madame George
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street
She jumps up and says, hey love, you forgot your gloves
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
Laughing, music, dancing, music all around the room
And immediately drops everything she gots
Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Yeah, that's when you fall
With your folded arms and history books
And you know you gotta go
That's when you fall
In the corner playing dominoes in drag
Say goodbye, ooo, mmm
