text: The moon hung like a shadow on a rung over shangai
  Them soldier boys were returning home screaming banzai
  And the kids are still playing their games
  Gettin hustled and rustled out in the rain
  As i sat inside listening to the broadcast
  Oh save my soul sweet rocknroll cause im sinkin fast
  And then the band played
  Out of nowhere, it was alright
  Well now the legendary chaplain of the fightin 51st was gettin ready to go
  I said: padre, do you know a cheap virgin who like to tango?
  He said: you can try linda lee
  Around the corner and across the sea
  Oh word is out word is out shes fast
  Oh blow me down linda cause im sinkin fast
  Yes and them cats are sure getting fat
  Down in the train yard
  And the sandman brings them dreams
  To ship out in boxcars
  The union says hold, break out the dice, break out the gold
  Its lunchtime at last
  And old big mama said: georges rafts tonight on the late show
  She sits straddlin a kitchen chair, really gung-ho
  She shivers with chills, wet with her slot-card thrills
  Hypnotically lost in the glass
  And we all sigh with the sunrise
  As we watch the credits pass
  And the little blue dot went away
  And then the morning cloak fell down
  Like a hoax over sleepytown
  Them garbage truck vigilantes out making their last rounds
  The inheritor he sipped his beer
  And poked fun at the queer
  And threatened to kick his ass
  And the bell rings, a horn blows
  And hes outside pumpin gas
  But the things were movin so slow tonight
  So the kid goes back inside the station
  And turns on his radio to his local am station
  And then the band played
  Right on the radio, it was alright
  And the boys in the band sung
  And the band played, everybody