Wild burlesque in the grumblings of the city
Tramp of God in the cold sunshine
Through the dirty charming farm she goes
The girl they call Lemoncello
Ziggy spider radio man
Walking down a deadman's street
She looks for him
When she's feeling low
The girl they call Lemoncello

Swift and easy
Sad alone and numb
She knows everybody
But she's got no-one, no-one

Walking lonely with a cool nights stare
Bourgeois porno digs in everywhere
The free form hymn is all she's ever known
The girl they call Lemoncello

Swift and easy
Sad alone and numb
She knows everybody
But she knows no-one, no-one

Brooklyn baby wants to say goodbye
Heal the pain of the wounded sky
So many things that I want to know
The girl they call Lemoncello

The girl they call Lemoncello
The girl they call Lemoncello
The girl they call Lemoncello
The girl they call Lemoncello