Smoking On the Balcony

Go back to the Zoo


There’s nothing left to do here on a Saturday night
The same old boring feast you’ve known all your life
The feelers on the left, the jokers on the right
Come on, come on, come on, come on

You left me smoking on the balcony
Like everything was alright
You left me smoking on the balcony
Like everything was alright

I’m singing for a touch you try to get at me
Hollin’ themselves for not a single day
Sophisticated friends who play in a rock n’ roll band
So come on, come on, come on
And leave us smoking alone

You left me smoking on the balcony
Like everything was alright
You left me smoking on the balcony
Like everything was alright

We don’t know
What we’re running for
We don’t know
What we’re running for

There’s nothing left to do here on a Saturday night
I’ve seen somebody hearts praised on the big city lights
The feelers on the left, the forties on the right
Now come on, come on, come on, come on

You left me smoking on the balcony
Like everything was alright
You left me smoking on the balcony
Like everything was alright
Like everything was alright
Like everything was alright
Like everything was alright