Mother Lou is singing down On the dirty boulevard, He is trailing hopes and Streamers, and sinners By the yard, And all his words and actions They comfort and console He dispenses crank and Benevolences and blesses Every lost and lonely Soul. And all the heat is white And all the light a song And every dark and lonesome Night is to be spent With guitars and telephones Getting gone gone gone Getting gone gone gone: He's gone away with Candy He's on the road with Jackie Riding Jane's Bearcat past The corner with sweet Sally Who dances while waiting for the man Who says she can't but boy she can can Can Sally can, can can! The vinyl icons sit upon the shelves of The hip and the Lady of Pleasure seekers They are looking out for crumbs That might tell 'em where to meet her - That Lady of Indulgence with her Man of leather and letters Who was unfettered by the shouldas And couldas, and never evers They say: Please send to us Protection from hassle For wanting to play Good ball for the coach. For loving who we love How we love to the most! And if that fails Send to us the Poppy And send to us the Fire Send to us the whiskey And the powders that Hook us up to the live wire Mother Lou bring the party Mother Lou bring the heat Bring all the artists The hustlers and the freaks Arm us all with notebooks Bring on the pleasure dome So we may survive The gutter politics And bring the lost ones home! And when times of trouble Come and deaden every buzz And all the knocks on the door Are spongers or the fuzz Come take us away on your Clipper ship, float us a Manhattan murder mystery Don't turn away from Poverty, the cruelty and misery Oh help us, Lou get gone Gone gone gone! Help us get some Gone gone gone! Mother Lou is staggering Down 5th Avenue You know he has the secrets And knows more than you do He has the key to the Kingdom He knows the final score And when the desert swept in Was always able to find more More more But now he is gone gone gone Lou's gone gone gone.