Bob Cesare - Street Walkin' lyrics

You know that time when I said I had a job And that bartender looked over at you and he gave a nod The rain was hard and the ghosts were talkin' My mind was gone, I was street walkin' Kids with looks have a better chance Of makin' it to the special dance You're up at bat and the infielder's stalkin' My mind is gone street walkin' Begging bums, soda pop Yankee tickets, bottle tops Miniskirts, magazines Out on the street it's a livin' dream I came correct on my secret lives I spoke the truth, darlin', I look into your eyes You got uptight and onlookers started gawkin' The moon is high, I'm street walkin'