Text: Lou Reed. Hookywooky.

:
I'm standing with you on your roof
Looking at the chemical sky
All purple blue and oranges, some pigeons flying by
The traffic on canal street so noisy it's a shock
And someone's shooting fireworks
Or a gun on the next block

Ah-ah-ah, I wanna hookywooky with you ...

Traffic's so noisy it's a shock
Sounds like fireworks or a gun on the next block

A hookywooky with you

Your ex-lover Satchel is here from France
Yet another ex
They gather about you like a mother superior
All of you still friends, ah-ah-ah
None of my old flames ever talk to me
When things end for me they end
They take your pants your money your name
But the song still remains

Ah-ah-ah, I wanna hookywooky with you ...

They take your pants your money your name
But the song still remains

I wanna hookywooky with you

You're so civilized it hurts
I guess I could learn a lot
About people plants and relationships
And how not to get hurt a lot
And each lover I meet up your roof
I wouldn't want to throw them off
Into the chemical sky
Down into the streets to die
Under the wheels of a car on Canal Streets
And each lover I meet up on your roof
I wouldn't want to throw them off
Into the chemical sky
Under the wheels of a car to die on Canal streets

Ah-ah- I, I wanna hookywooky with you ...

I wouldn't want to throw them off
Into the chemical sky, down into the streets to die
Under the wheels of a car on Canal streets

Under the wheels of a car on Canal Streets ...