My baby left this mornin'
With everything I had
She didn't give me no warning
And that's why I feel so bad
Oh, Anita (wah-la-la-la)
Anita (wah-la-la-la)
I need some sympathy (wah-la-la-la)
Anita (wah-la-la-la)
I love ya (wah-la-la-la)
Come and sit by me, oh-oh
That's a tape that we made
But I'm sad to say it never made the grade
That was me
Third guitar
I wonder where the others are
Vine Street
We used to live there on Vine Street
She made perfume in the back of the room
While me and my group, we'd sit out on the stoop
And we'd play for her the songs she liked best to have us play
On Vine Street
Vine Street
The crack of the backbeat on Vine Street
Swingin' along on the wings of a song
Lyin' secure, self-righteous and sure
Why, we'd things to say if the people would pay
To have us play on Vine Street
Harry Nilsson - Vine Street Lyrics
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My baby left this mornin'
With everything I had
She didn't give me no warning
And that's why I feel so bad
Oh, Anita (wah-la-la-la)
Anita (wah-la-la-la)
I need some sympathy (wah-la-la-la)
Anita (wah-la-la-la)
I love ya (wah-la-la-la)
Come and sit by me, oh-oh
That's a tape that we made
But I'm sad to say it never made the grade
That was me
Third guitar
I wonder where the others are
Vine Street
We used to live there on Vine Street
She made perfume in the back of the room
While me and my group, we'd sit out on the stoop
And we'd play for her the songs she liked best to have us play
On Vine Street
Vine Street
The crack of the backbeat on Vine Street
Swingin' along on the wings of a song
Lyin' secure, self-righteous and sure
Why, we'd things to say if the people would pay
To have us play on Vine Street
With everything I had
She didn't give me no warning
And that's why I feel so bad
Oh, Anita (wah-la-la-la)
Anita (wah-la-la-la)
I need some sympathy (wah-la-la-la)
Anita (wah-la-la-la)
I love ya (wah-la-la-la)
Come and sit by me, oh-oh
That's a tape that we made
But I'm sad to say it never made the grade
That was me
Third guitar
I wonder where the others are
Vine Street
We used to live there on Vine Street
She made perfume in the back of the room
While me and my group, we'd sit out on the stoop
And we'd play for her the songs she liked best to have us play
On Vine Street
Vine Street
The crack of the backbeat on Vine Street
Swingin' along on the wings of a song
Lyin' secure, self-righteous and sure
Why, we'd things to say if the people would pay
To have us play on Vine Street
Writer: RANDY NEWMAN
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