Žodžiai dainai: Lou Reed. The Bells.

And the actress is relayed
and the actor comes home late
And the plays have gone down
the crowds have scattered way
Neath the city lights and the street
No ticket could be beat
for the beautiful show of shows
Ah, Broadway only knows
The great white Milky Way
it had something to say
When he fell down on his knees
after soaring through the air
With nothing to hold him there
It was really not so cute
to play without a parachute
As he stood upon the ledge
looking out, he thought he saw a crock

And he hollered: Look, there are the bells
And he said: Now, here come the bells
Here come the bells, here come the bells
Here come the bells

Here come the bells [x4]