My name is Harvey Phillip Spector
And I've been yours to love or hate
Since I showed up on your radio
In 1958
I built my walls of sound
Behind the songs you love so well
Some different walls surround me now
As I am sure you have heard tell
In dreams I go careening slow
Down cold gray streets of rain
Tradin in my stretch limos
For to ride a down bound train

When I produced The Righteous Brothers
Man we cruised to Number One
If things turned less than righteous brother
I'd produce a gun
I waved my boys at Lennon
Leonard Cohen too
They smiled at me indulgently
Hey what else could they do
Step on it driver
It's only Hollywood rain
Got a heavy date don't wanna be late
Gonna ride that down bound train

Let's have a real big hand right now
For Phil and his Persuaders
Didn't they have a good long run
Winning every argument
Every argument but one
Man if I could roll the tape back
Every gold record I would give
For they have yet to make a gun
That can persuade dead girls to live
Hey driver
Know where I can get some more of this dream cocaine
Never mind I'll ask the conductor
When I ride that down bound train
Tell McCartney
Winding Road without the choir sounds kinda plain
Tell him I got a ticket to ride
That down bound train
Yeah yeah yeah

Recorded on: Old Man Dancing