Coney Island Blue

You can still hear Al Jolson on the jukebox at Ruby's

On the boardwalk between Stillwell and Eighth

But the music sounds small...

And the pictures on the wall...

Make you fell like you've missed the parade

And the photos of the old days like a star that's grown cold

But the faces just don't raise a spark

And the Cyclone still shakes...

And the sound that it makes...

"Don't no one remember Luna Park?"

And how I wish that I'd been there

In 1903 after dark

When they would light the place up like the daylight

Don't no one remember Luna Park?

Don't no one remember Luna Park?

And the ashes from Dreamland and Steeplechase Park

Have long disappeared down the coast

And the memories are faint

As that blue and red paint

And they break like the bones of a ghost

And they cover it over with that Coney Island Blue

Don't no one remember Luna Park?

And how I wish that I'd been there

In 1903 after dark

When they would light the place up like the daylight

Don't no one remember Luna Park?

Don't no one remember Luna Park?