Garland Jeffreys

Baby Jean
Vaudeville queen
She love to ragtime in the night
I know I'm gonna miss my baby Jean
Cause she treats me oh so right

But the New York Skyline
it's calling me home tonight
Female, feline, feminine,
she's been making my world so bright

Hindsight, foresight
Sometimes we've got no sight at all
New love, true love
Sometimes we've got no love at all



But the New York Skyline it's
calling me home tonight
Female, feline, feminine,
She's been making my world so bright

New York Skyline, New York Skyline
I can see those city lights
And I can feel those neon signs
Bright lights, big city
Well it must be modern times
Yes it must be modern times
Well it must be modern times

Everybody, everywhere, everyone
All around the world
Calling all you people
Calling every boy and girl
You can be everything, anything
You really want to be
But you can't play the victim
Got to put an end
To this self-fulling prophecy
Give it up and kick it out
Lift yourself up and you find the answer

Can't judge another by the color
By the color of his skin
Can't live on the surface
Got to give it from the places within
Ain't no preacher gonna teach us
'Bout the meaning of love
It's up to you and me
To give what we got plenty of

Give it up and kick it out


Life yourself up just like a dancer
Give it up, pick it up
And keep it up
Lift yourself up and you find the answer

Everybody, everywhere, everyone
All around the world
Calling all you people
Calling every boy and every single girl
You can be everything, anything
You really want to be
And it's right here for you
The answer ain't no great big mystery

Give it up and kick it out
Life yourself up just like a dancer now
Give it up, pick it up
And keep it up
Lift yourself up and find the answer

Take me to the Matador
He will know just what it's for
He will help me with my life
He will open ev'ry door

When the bull is in the ring
I need all the help you can
And the Mariachis sing
With the lonely mandolin
See those people shout out loud
Give me more and give me more
And I'm thinkin' to myself
Take me to the Matador

Take me to the Matador
He will fill and ease my soul
He will give me confidence
When I think I've lost control

He will help me with my Muse
In the age of win and lose
With the ancient cup and swords
And a hundred Spanish lords
See one thousands violins
Golden trumpets soar on high
Waves and waves of joyful hymns

Silver sonnets reach the sky
Fight the battles and the blues
Wars of love and wars of art
Tonight the cape is what I choose
Goya's in my Spanish heart

He will help me with my love
Dance the dance that lovers do
Rhumba with the velvet glove
'Neath the Barcelona moon
See one thousands violins
Golden trumpets soar on high
Waves and waves of joyful hymns
Silver sonnets rech the sky

Take me to the Matador

She caught my eye
When she came into view
I met her on some New York avenue
I liked her smile
Her style and her grace
Her sexy walk could light up anyplace
She said to me
I just came in from Paris
I said to her
I'd like to get to know you
She said to me
I'm shy and a bit embarrassed
I said to her
There are some things I'd like to show you

Christine, Christine

I soon found out
It was more than fascination
I soon found out
It was much more than just a cheap imitation
I held her hand
Slowly we got closer
Felt like a man
And not some kind of poseur
Yes it's true she just came in from Paris
Her French perfume I got to know it better
We talked of love and poetry and marriage
Then I discovered that mysterious love letter

Christine, Christine

She caught my eye
When she came into view
I met her on some New York City avenue
I liked her smile
Her style and her grace
Her sexy walk could light up anyplace
She said to me
I must go back to Paris
I said to her
Oh please don't do that to me
She said to me
I got another boyfriend
I said to her
Well why didn't the hell you tell me

Christine, Christine