Down the Cyprus Avenue. With child-like visions leaping into view. A clicking clacking of the high-heeled shoes. Ford and Fitzroy Madame Joy. 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.. Outside they're making all the stops. Kids out in the street collecting bottle tops. Going for cigarettes and matches in the shops. Happy thinking Madame Joy.. Oh that's when you fall. Oh 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 in history books you glance. Into the eyes of Madame Joy.. And you think you 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 Joy.. Outside the frosty window raps. She jumps up and says "Lord have mercy I think that it's the cops.". And immediately drops everything she gots. Down into the street below.. And you know you gotta go. On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row. Throwing pennies at the bridges down below. In the rain hail sleet and snow.. Say good-bye to Madame Joy. Dry your eye for Madame Joy. Wonder why for Madame Joy.. As you leave the room it's filled with music. Laughing music dancing music all around the room. And all the little boys come around walking away from it all. So cool.. And you're about to leave she jumps and says "Hey love. You forgot your glove.". And the love to love she loves to love the love. To love to love she loves to love the love to love. Say good-bye to Madame Joy. Dry your eye for Madame Joy. Wonder why for Madame Joy. Dry your eye for Madame Joy.. In the wind and the rain in the back street in the back street. In the back street in the back street in the back street. Say good-bye to Madame George.. Down home in the back street in the back street. Say good-bye say good-bye to Madame Joy..