It′s a late Friday night

The street lamps are shining up in my bedroom

There's a mighty big fight between the thunder and lightning

Wonder who you will lose

I see a party balloon

And I ain′t been invited

Hey look that moon

There ain't nothing like it

All grey and Gold

Down on Jubilee Road

I see Mr. Bouvier

In his two bedroom basement

In his purple dungarees

He's grumpy and he′s gray

Oh, he′s sweeping off the pavement

Cigarettes and leaves

His kid's up in China

His wife′s up in heaven

Always I wave

'Cause he′s got this expression

That he's so alone

Down on Jubilee Road

Oh, I think tomorrow night

I will knock on his door and hear all about his life

′Cause I think that's the kind of thing that I might like

When I'm old, when I′m old

There′s Max and there's Maud

In the house by the station

Call them my best friends

He drinks like a horse

She don′t appreciate all this money he seems to spend

I can hear them tonight

He can't find no vocation

The neighbours they sigh at that new generation

Just getting stoned

Down on Jubilee Road

Oh, I feel the summertime

I will call you up, make everything alright

Then we′ll fill up our cups with that bitter wine

And I'll show you, I′ll show you

Mice still here, your wardrobe still empty

And the walls are still paper thin

And the neighbours, my dear

I think they still hate me for all these songs I endlessly sing

'Cause it ain't no perfect street

And I ain′t no perfect lover

Life it is brief

I don′t think we get no other

Come back home

Down on Jubilee Road

Down on Jubilee Road