Rosie and Paulie

	Lyrics：Joshua Kadison Music：Joshua Kadison
	Rosie and Pauly in the back alley...
	the funniest twosome that you ever did see.
	Standing on a trash can, Pauly talks.
	If he ain't too drunk and his words are clear
	he gives the prettiest sermon you ever did hear
	while Rosie wags her tail by the collection box.
	When I'm low on inspiration
	I go down and join the congregation.
	Chorus:
	Come on, Pauly, come and save my soul.
	Everybody's tryin' but you never do know
	and it sure feels good to say, "Amen.
	" Come on, Pauly, come and save my soul.
	It's driving me crazy and I'm losing control
	but you always help me get it back together again.
	Neffertiti and the girls are there fanning themselves on Eddie's back stair.
	Pauly always sets their souls on fire.
	Movin' and shakin' and wavin' their hands,
	raisin' their voices to a far-away land,
	they start in singing like a great big choir.
	With harmonies that sound so sweet
	you forget all about the trash beneath your feet.
	CHORUS
	Call him a Messiah,
	or just another clown,
	but somethin' about the trash can prophet
	always leads me to a higher ground.
	CHORUS

	Lyrics: Joshua Kadison Music: Joshua Kadison
	Rosie and Pauly in the back alley...
	the funniest twosome that you ever did see.
	Standing on a trash can, Pauly talks.
	If he ain' t too drunk and his words are clear
	he gives the prettiest sermon you ever did hear
	while Rosie wags her tail by the collection box.
	When I' m low on inspiration
	I go down and join the congregation.
	Chorus:
	Come on, Pauly, come and save my soul.
	Everybody' s tryin' but you never do know
	and it sure feels good to say, " Amen.
	" Come on, Pauly, come and save my soul.
	It' s driving me crazy and I' m losing control
	but you always help me get it back together again.
	Neffertiti and the girls are there fanning themselves on Eddie' s back stair.
	Pauly always sets their souls on fire.
	Movin' and shakin' and wavin' their hands,
	raisin' their voices to a faraway land,
	they start in singing like a great big choir.
	With harmonies that sound so sweet
	you forget all about the trash beneath your feet.
	CHORUS
	Call him a Messiah,
	or just another clown,
	but somethin' about the trash can prophet
	always leads me to a higher ground.
	CHORUS