The Capp Street Girls - The Decemberists

Oh, the Cap Street girls

With their pretty curls and bows

And the lonely lights in their eyes

How I long to lie

On a summer’s day in there

In the arms of the Cap Street girls

When I was young

I had thought

They’re just pretty painted ladies

Waving fans from their chez lounge in Devans

But then I grew old

And I learned

Of the pleasures that were waiting

In their powdered bosoms

Bottomless

It was torture for a man

Should he land in the hands of the Cap Street girls

Oh, the Cap Street girls

Their pretty curls and bows

And the lonely light in their eyes

How I long to ride

On a summer’s night in there

In the arms of the Cap Street girls

Then came the day

When they came to tear down all the buildings

Making way for the Cap Street fair

And all the girls disappeared

To Woolworth’s and Hennesey’s

Selling clothes and pantyhose

How it all just slipped away

Still I pray for the days

Of the Cap Street girls

Oh, the Cap Street girls

Their pretty curls and bows

And the lonely light in their eyes

How I long to lie

On a summer’s night in there

In the arms of the Cap Street girls