Louise Louise is hiding in this tunnel
We are crawling on our knees,
we got flashlights and batteries
We've got cold cuts from the fridge
Last year, about this time,
we used to climb up in the branches
Just to sway there in some breeze
Now the cops on the street, they want
tongues are wagging over fences,
All their doors are locked,
God, she can't even come to my house
But I know where she'll go
To the place where you can stand
and press your hands like
My friend, Cherokee Louise
Ever since we turned thirteen
It's like a minefield walking
Go ing out you get the third degree
Comin' in, you get the third world war
we put our pennies on the rails
And when the train went by
We were jumpin' round like fools
Go and look, no heads or tails
Go and look, my lucky prize
She runs home to her foster dad
and he hangs her to her knees
Oh, please be there, please, my friend
We are crawling on our knees
We got flashlights and batteries
The place where you can stand
like it was bubble bathing