"Broadway Melody Of 1974" lyrics

"Broadway Melody Of 1974"

Echoes of the Broadway Everglades
With our mythical Madonnas
Still walking in their shades
Lenny Bruce declares a truce
And plays his other hand
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewing
Head buried in the sand

Sirens on the rooftops wailing
But there's no ship sailing
Groucho, with his movies trailing
Stands alone with his punchline failing

Ku Klux Klan serve hot soul food
And the band plays "In the Mood"
The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand
There's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almond
Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade
He knows, in a scent, you can bottle all you made

There's Howard Hughes
In blue suede shoes
Smiling at the majorettes
Smoking Winston Cigarettes
And as the song and dance begins
The children play at home
With needles, needles, and pins


Thanks to John Gabriel for correcting these lyrics.
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