Ben Folds & Nick Hornby - Doc Pomus lyrics

Man in a wheelchair in the lobby of the Forrest With frighters, hustlers, hard-up millionaires Mobsters, cops, who*es, pimps and Marxists All human life is there Man in a wheelchair listens to the chatter Writes down all the insane crap he hears He can't move around but it doesn't really matter In the forest, all you need is eyes and ears And out they pour, the hits and misses Turn me loose, lonely avenue And down in Nashville, Elvis sings Suspicion Pomus, Shuman, 1962 And he could never be one of those happy cripples The kind that smile and tell you life's okay He was mad as hell, frightened and bitter He found a way to make his feelings pay Back at the forest, in the steakhouse off the lobby A diner gets three bullets in the head Doc looks down, eating his linguine Think up a lyric for the dead And out they pour, the hits and misses Turn me loose, lonely avenue And down in Nashville, Elvis sings Suspicion Pomus Shuman, 1962, 1962 Fred Neil, Jack Benny, crazy Phil Spector Pumpkin Juice and Eydie Gormé Damon Runyon Jr. and the Duke's orchestra All superhuman life was there And he could never be one of those happy cripples The kind that smile and tell you life's okay He was mad as hell, frightened and bitter He found a way to make his isolation pay And out they pour, the hits and misses Turn me loose, lonely avenue And down in Nashville, Elvis sings Suspicion Pomus, Shuman, 1962 And out they pour, the hits and misses Turn me loose, lonely avenue And down in Nashville, Elvis sings Suspicion Pomus, Shuman, 1962