4th of July Asbury Park (Sandy)

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Bruce gets to do one! Happy 4th!! Celebrate your days. Dedicated to Rosie!

4th of July Asbury Park (Sandy) by Bruce Springsteen

Sandy the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight
Forcin' a light into all those stoned-out faces left
stranded on this Forth of July

Down in town the circuit's full with switchblade lovers
so fast so shiny so sharp

And the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open
like Latin lovers along the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York girls

Oh Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
The pier lights our carnival life forever
Love me tonight for I may never see you again

Hey Sandy girl

Now the greasers they tramp the streets
or get busted for trying to sleep on the beach all night
Them boys in their spiked high heels ah Sandy their skins are so white

And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades
bangin' them pleasure machines, chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where
they all promised to unsnap their jeans

And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag
I got on it last night and my shirt got caught

And that Joey kept me spinnin' I didn't think I'd ever get off
Oh Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us

The pier lights our carnival life on the water
Runnin' down the beach at night with my boss's daughter
Well he ain't my boss no more Sandy

Sandy the angels have lost their desire for us
I spoke to 'em just last night and they said they won't
set themselves on fire for us anymore

Every summer when the weather gets hot they ride that crazy road
down from heaven on their Harleys they come and they go
And you can see 'em dressed like stars in all the cheap
little seashore bars parked making love with their
babies out on the Kokomo

Well the cops finally busted Madame Marie
For tellin' fortunes better than they do
This boardwalk life for me is through
You know you ought to quit this scene too

Oh Sandy the aurora is rising behind us
The pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever
Hey Sandy Girl...

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