There's a down town fairy singing out "Proud Mary". as she cruises Christopher Street. And some Southern Queen is acting loud and mean. where the docks and the Badlands meet. This Halloween is something to be sure. Especially to be here without you. There's a Greta Garbo and an Alfred Hitchcock. and some black Jamaican stud. There's five Cinderellas and some leather drags. I almost fell into my mug. There's a Crawford Davis and a tacky Cary Grant. And some Homeboys lookin' for trouble down here from the Bronx. But there ain't no Hairy and no Virgin Mary. you won't hear those voices again. And Johnny Rio and Rotten Rita. you'll never see those faces again. This Halloween is something to be sure. Especially to be here without you. There's the Born Again Losers and the Lavender Boozers. and some crack team from Washington Heights. The boys from Avenue B and the girls from Avenue D. a Tinkerbell in tights. This celebration somehow get me down. Especially when I see you're not around. There's no Peter Pedantic saying things romantic. in Latin Greek or Spic. There's no Three bananas or Brandy Alexander. dishing all their tricks. It's a different feeling that I have today. Especially when I know you've gone away. There's a girl from Soho with a teeshirt saying "I Blow". she's with the "jive five 2 plus 3". And the girls for pay dates are giving cut rates. or else doing it for free. The past keeps knock knock knocking on my door. And I don't want to hear it anymore. No consolations please for feelin' funky. I got to get my head above my knees. But it makes me mad and mad makes me sad. and then I start to freeze. In the back of my mind I was afraid it might be true. In the back of my mind I was afraid that they meant you. The Halloween Parade. At the Halloween parade. At the Halloween parade. See you next year at the Halloween parade.