Rosie and in the back alley... the twosome that you ever did see. Standing on a trash can, talks, If he too drunk and his words are clear he the prettiest sermon you ever did hear while Rosie wags her by the collection box. I'm low on inspiration I go down and the congregation. Come on, Pauly, come and my soul. tryin' but you never do know and it sure good to say, "Amen." Come on, Pauly, come and my soul. It's me crazy and I'm losing control but you always help me get it together again. and the girls are there fanning themselves on Eddie's back stair. Pauly always sets their on fire, and shakin' and wavin' their hands, raisin' their voices to a land, start in singing like a great big choir. With that sound so sweet you forget all the trash beneath your feet. Come on, Pauly, and save my soul. tryin' but you never do know and it feels good to say, "Amen." Come on, Pauly, come and my soul. It's driving me and I'm losing control but you always me get it back together again. him a Messiah, or just clown, but somethin' that trash can prophet always leads me to a ground. Come on, Pauly, come and my soul. Everybody's but you never do know and it sure feels to say, "Amen." Come on, Pauly, and save my soul. It's driving me crazy and I'm control but you always help me get it back again.