Neon Rose

Lyrics: Skip Battin, Kim Fowley
Music: Skip Battin, Kim Fowley

Shining like a light bulb
In the San Francisco fog
She makes her way down the sidewalk
Walkin' with her guard dog

Here comes a sailor
With money in his hands
You knows he wants to pay her
But he doesn't, he doesn't understand

She's Neon Rose with the frozen nose
Only out for fun
Neon Rose who always glows
A lady with the gun

Blazing like a bonfire
On a chilly winter night
Headed for the city bank
With a load of dynamite

Here comes a soldier
In a dented rented car
He wants to hold her
But he's no gangster superstar


Never get married, never secretary
Too bright to be tied down
The streets at night are your delight
With easy money all around
Easy money all around

Hey, you are burnin' like a baseball
On a Thursday painted blue
Don't you just have that old feeling, baby
That you know someone's watching you

Here comes your mama
It's time, baby, it's time to go to school
Just another wasted night
Hey baby, dreaming you're so cool


New Riders Recordings
     Date Album
     1974 Brujo

Further Information
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