Coney Island Baby

[Intro]

You know, man, when I was a young man in high school

You believe it or not, I wanted to play football for the coach

And all those older guys

They said that he was mean and cruel, but you know

Wanted to play football for the coach

They said I was a little too light weight to play linebacker

So's I'm playing right end

Wanted to play football for the coach

'Cause, you know some day, man

You gotta stand up straight unless you're gonna fall

Then you're going to die

And the straightest dude

I ever knew was standing right for me all the time

So I had to play football for the coach

And I wanted to play football for the coach

[Verse 1]

When you're all alone and lonely in your midnight hour

And you find that your soul has been up for sale

And you begin to think about a-a-all the things that you've done

And you begin to hate just about everything

But remember the princess who lived on the hill

Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong

And right now she just might come shining through

[Chorus]

And the glory of love, glory of love

Glory of love just might come through

[Verse 2]

And all your two-bit friends have gone and ripped you off

They're talking behind your back saying, man

You ain't never going to be no human being

And you start thinking again

About all those things that you've done

And who it was and what it was

And all the different things you made every different scene

Ah, but remember that the city is a funny place

Something like a circus or a sewer

And just remember different people have peculiar tastes

[Chorus]

And the glory of love

The glory of love

The glory of love might see you through

Yeah, but now, now

Glory of love

The glory of love

The glory of love might see you through

[Outro]

Glory of love, ah huh huh

The glory of love

Glory of love, glory of love

Glory of love, now, glory of love, now

Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love

Glory of love, give it to me now

Glory of love'll see you through

Oh, my Coney Island baby, now

(I'm a Coney Island baby, now)

I'd like to send this one out to Lou and Rachel

And all the kids and P.S. 192

Coney Island baby

Man, I'd swear, I'd give the whole thing up for you