PastaJoe

I just remembered that story from somewhere, maybe when I read the Playboy articles. ?

Marilyn Chambers?

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn't it a pity Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city All around, people looking half dead Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

Hard to see in the scrum.

Down at the 1.

Josh was clearly in the grasp.

The Soft Parade has now begunListen to the engines humPeople out to have some funA cobra on my leftLeopard on my right, yeah

A week without you Thought I'd forget Two weeks without you and I Still haven't gotten over you yet Vacation, all I ever wanted Vacation, had to get away Vacation, meant to be spent alone Vacation, all I ever wanted Vacation, had to get away Vacation, meant to be spent alone

Correct!

She is British.

Roam if you want toRoam around the worldRoam if you want toWithout wings, without wheelsRoam if you want toRoam around the worldRoam if you want toWithout anything but the love we feel

She is dancing away from you nowShe was just a wishShe was just a wishAnd her memory is all that is left for you nowYou see your gypsy, ohYou see your gypsy

She is still acting in movies.

I'm gonna hit the roadAdios my friendGo some placeAnd start all over againDon't know where I'm goin'Like a gypsy out on the roadGo some place and join a travelin' showNobody left to run with anymoreNobody wants to do the crazy thingsWe used to do beforeNobody left to run with anymore

The radio is blasting, Someone's beating on the door I'm looking at my girlfriend She's passed out on the floor I seen so many things I ain't never seen before I don't know what it is But I don't wanna see no more Mama told me not to come Mama told me not to come She said, that ain't the way to have fun, son

Chantilly lace and a pretty faceAnd a pony tail a hangin' downThat wiggle in the walk And giggle in the talkMakes the world go roundThere ain't nothin' in the worldLike a big eyed girlThat makes me act so funnyMake me spend my moneyMake me feel real loose like a long necked gooseLike a girl, oh baby that's what I like

He’s not known as a singer, and is still on television. Smokey Robinson?

No and no. He’s not best known as a singer.

There's so much history in these streets And mama's good eats And wonder on repeat There's soo much history in my head The people I've left The ones that I've kept Have you heard me on the radio, did you turn it up? On your blown-out stereo in suburbia? Could be playing hide and seek from home Can't replace my blood Yeah, it seems I'm never letting go Of suburbia, oh oh oh oh