Cruising with Amapola
Coming through my Rolls´ radio
Down Main Street, through Melrose
And down to the boardwalk
Looking for the last mark ´fore the unknown

No fooling
They all did make their bed

Cruising with lovely Amapola
Telling me she loves me so
Can any centenarian authentically recall a time where they felt anything at all?
I thought not, I know not, not me sir, no no sir, not me

Useless begging
A left turn to the docks
Our man works day and night
That´s all son

Always another, always one more

Another dance, another swing

Another night, another fling
Another race, anothеr scene
Another timе, another theme

Cruising with Amapola
Telling me, "please don´t go"

One last score, One last hit
One last Thrill, One last miss
One last Rush, One Last Go
One last try for the late night show

Amapola, Amapola, how I long to hear you say
"I love you"