Coney Island Blue

You can still hear Al Jolson on the jukebox at Ruby's
On the boardwalk between Stillwell and Eighth
But the music sounds small...
And the pictures on the wall...
Make you fell like you've missed the parade

And the photos of the old days like a star that's grown cold
But the faces just don't raise a spark
And the Cyclone still shakes...
And the sound that it makes...
"Don't no one remember Luna Park?"

And how I wish that I'd been there
In 1903 after dark
When they would light the place up like the daylight
Don't no one remember Luna Park?
Don't no one remember Luna Park?

And the ashes from Dreamland and Steeplechase Park
Have long disappeared down the coast
And the memories are faint
As that blue and red paint
And they break like the bones of a ghost
And they cover it over with that Coney Island Blue
Don't no one remember Luna Park?

And how I wish that I'd been there
In 1903 after dark
When they would light the place up like the daylight
Don't no one remember Luna Park?
Don't no one remember Luna Park?