Elton John - "Mona Lisas Mad Hatters" lyrics

Music by elton john

Lyrics by bernie taupin
Available on the album honky chteau

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 youve seen this trash can dream come true

You stand at the edge while people run you through

And I thank the lord theres people out there like you
I thank the lord theres people out there like you

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 cant and that is why
They know not if its dark outside or light

This broadways got

Its got a lot of songs to sing

If I knew the tunes I might join in

Ill go my way alone

Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in new york city

Subways 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