piazza, new york catcher

elope with me miss private and we'll sail around the world

i will be your ferdinand and you my wayward girl

how many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?

how many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?

oh elope with me in private and we'll set something ablaze

a trail for the devil to erase

san francisco's calling us

the giants and mets will play

piazza

new york catcher

are you straight or are you gay?

we hung about the stadium

we've got no place to stay

we hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell

about the saddest book you ever read

it always makes you cry

the statue's crying too and well he may

i love you i've a drowning grip on your adoring face

i love you my responsibility has found a place

beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words

come wave upon me from the family wider net absurd

you'll take care of her