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The Apple Stretching Lyrics

"The Apple Stretching" was written by Van Peebles Melvin.
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The sun comes swaggering across the harbor
And kisses the lady waiting in the narrows
And she already plenty shaky stands there
Blushing, clutching the torch of liberty

Uptown Luigi who don't speak English so good
Is having an accident
Backing his dump truck into the fence
The tin cans go clattering down the lane

A drowsy bum thinks it's thunder
And pulls the news over his head to stop the rain

No, it ain't Judgment Day
No, it ain't Armageddon

It's just the apple stretching and yawning
Just morning
New York putting its feet on the floor
It's just the apple stretching and yawning
Just morning
New York putting its feet on the floor

Suburban refugees fleeing the cracked cisterns
Worm ridden fruit trees stream out Grand Central
Please to be breathing bagels and pollution

In Time Square new graffiti, old revolutions
A bag lady is cursing the waiter for giving her a free coffee
Lucky he's a Jesus freak moonlighting

At the Acme discount store over in Queens
The burglar alarm starts to scream
A cop picks out his gun fires one and yells, "Freeze!"

No, it ain't World War IV
No, it ain't World War IV

It's just the apple stretching and yawning
Just morning
New York putting its feet on the floor
It's just the apple stretching and yawning
Just morning
New York putting its feet on the floor

Nearby the Hudson a hooker makes a U
To help a blind man to his pew in the park
Some long ago home training jars the memory

The bag lady says, "Thank you" and curses
The herd of beaten tourists limp homeward
Having bitten off more than they could chew
Moaning them old big city blues

Miss Liberty depicts her qualms and grins
Another subway starts rattling
And Luigi's cans go clattering down the hill

No, it ain't some kind of ill wind
No, it ain't the world coming to an end

Just the apple stretching and yawning
Just morning
New York putting its feet on the floor
It's just the apple stretching and yawning
Just morning
New York putting its feet on the floor

Sunny New York
Sunny New York

Songwriters
Van Peebles Melvin

Published by
YEAH INC.

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