Same bleach, same steeze
Same old blue jeans
I wanna have breakfast with Lou

Same face, same plate
Same old good taste
I wanna have breakfast with Lou

See the sunrise light his lonesome face
He takes a walk down to his favorite place
He nods to the waitress
Another sunday, honey hello
And when the city gets loud
He comes to cool it down with me

Same lips, same kicks
Same old leather zip
I wanna have breakfast with Lou

Same look, same walk
Same old slick talk
I wanna have breakfast with Lou

We sit down at the velvet booth in the back
Lou orders his pancakes, double stacked
He starts the talking, he’s telling me
All about his paradise
He's got a rock'n'roll heart
And he'd tore it apart for me

Same freaks, same creeps
Same old dirty streets
I wanna have breakfast with Lou

Same dreams, same steeze
Tell me what it all means
I wanna have breakfast with Lou

He speaks low when it's loud around
And takes advantage of that quiet sound
I keep on wondering what he's thinking about
And while he's talking to me
And at the end of the seat
Puts on his GGT
Takes a look at me and leaves

Dark shades, black sueds
Just another perfect day
I wanna have breakfast with Lou

White light, white heat
Coney Island, back beat
I wanna have breakfast with Lou

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