Madame George Van Morrison

Down on Cyprus Avenue
With the childlike visions leaping into view
Clicking, clacking of the high-heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy and Madame George
Marching with the soldier boy behind
He's much older now with hat on drinking wine
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
Early cool night air like Shalimar

And outside they're making all the stops
The kids out in the street collecting bottle tops
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
Happy taken Madame George
Oh, that's when you fall
Woah woah woah woah woah woah, that's when you fall
Yeah, that's when you fall

When you fall into a trance
Sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
With your folded arms and history books you glance
Into the eyes of Madame George
And you think you've found the bag
You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
In the corner playing dominoes in drag
The one and only Madame George