Same bleach, same steeze
Same old blue jeans
I wanna have breakfast with lou
Same face, same plate
Same old good taste
I wanna have breakfast with lou
See the sunrise light his lonesome face
He takes a walk down to his favorite place
He nods to the waitress
Another Sunday, honey alone
And when the city gets loud
He comes to cool it down with me
Same lips, same kicks
Same old leather zip
I wanna have breakfast with lou
Same look, same walk
Same old sleek talk
I wanna have breakfast with lou
We sit down at the velvet booth in the back
Lou orders his pancakes double stacked
He starts the talking, he's telling me
All about his paradise
He's got a rock'n'roll heart
And he’d tore it apart for me
Same freaks, same creeps
Same old dirty streets
I wanna have breakfast with lou
Same dreams, same flings
Tell me what it all means
I wanna have breakfast with lou
He speaks low when it's loud around
And takes advantage of that quiet sound
I keep on wondering what he's thinking about
And while he's talking to me
And at the end of the seat
Puts on his GTG
Takes a look at me and leaves
Dark shades, black suede
Just another perfect day
I wanna have breakfast with lou
White light, white heat
Coney island, back beat
I wanna have breakfast with lou
