The Bells - Lou Reed

And the actresses relate

To the actor who comes home late

After the plays have gone down

And the crowds have scattered around

Though the city lights and the streets

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 brook

And he hollered, Look, there are the bells

And he sang out, Here come the bells

Here come the bells, here come the bells

Here come the bells

Here come the bells

Here come the bells

Here come the bells

Here come the bells