Latin Quarter - Donovan's Doorway lyrics

There is a stray dog lapping at the kerb-side pool Hear the tap, tap, tapping from a tap-dance school The teacher keeps the beat To the old sheet music They keep in the piano stool And in Donovan's doorway There's a man with a night stick To keep us from playing the fool And in Donovan's doorway There's a man with a night stick And he's just applying the rules There's fine rain falling past a tall flood-light For some fine foot-balling on a week-day night The players all drive up In limousines To pull on the red and the white And in Donovan's doorway There's a man with a night-stick He's watching from his left to his right And in Donovan's doorway There's a man with a night-stick He's keeping me well in his sights And we could walk this road all night And we could talk it out until the very first light And we could start from the slightest suggestion But the odds are against us Making much progress Because it's not just the night that's in question… There's a church converted to a hard-ware store There's no-one on this street that don't know the score Two hearts entwined 'Mick' and 'Caroline' On a poster that says, 'Help the Poor' And in Donovan's doorway There's a man with a night-stick He asks me what I'm looking for And in Donovan's doorway There's a man with a night-stick He asks me what I'm looking for And in Donovan's doorway There's a man with a night-stick And he's just upholding the law