On Jubilee street there was a girl named Bee. She had a history but she had no past. When they shut her down the Russians moved in. Now I am too scared i am too scared to even walk on past. She used to say:. All those good people down on Jubilee Street. They ought to practice what they preach. And here I come up the hill. I'm pushing my own wheel of love. I got love in my tummy and a tiny little pain. And a ten ton catastrophe on a 60 pound chain. And I'm pushing my wheel of love on Jubilee Streets. I look at them now. The problem was she had a little black book. And my name was written on every page. Well a girl's gotta make ends meet. Even down Jubilee Street. I ought to ?ractice what I preach. These days I go downtown in my tie and tails. I got a foetus on the leash. I am alone now I am beyond recriminations. Curtains are shut the furniture is gone. I'm transforming I'm vibrating I'm glowing. I'm flying look at me now. I'm flying look at me now