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