Mona
Lisas and Mad Hatters
Music by
Elton John
Lyrics by Taupin
And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
I
thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York
City
Until you've seen this trash can dream come true
You stand at the
edge while people run you through
And I thank the Lord there's people out
there like you
I thank the Lord there's people out there like
you
Chorus
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of
lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see
the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside
or light
This Broadway's got
It's got a lot of songs to sing
If I
knew the tunes I might join in
I'll go my way alone
Grow my own, my own
seeds shall be sown in New York City
Subway's no way for a good man to go
down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
And I thank the Lord for
the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
Chorus
And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
I
thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York
City
Subway's no way for a good man to go
down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
And I thank the Lord for
the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
Chorus
They know not if it's dark outside or light
ELTON JOHN
"Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters"
Honky Chateau