On Jubilee Street there was a girl named Bee
She had a history, but she had no past
When they shut her down, [bad word] moved in
Now I'm too scared, I'm too scared to even walk on past
She used to say all those good people down on Jubilee Street
They ought to practice what they preach
Yea they ought to practice just what they preach
Those good people on Jubilee Street

And here [bad word] up the hill, I'm pushing my wheel of love
I got love in my tummy and a tiny little pain
And a ten-ton catastrophe on a sixty-pound chain
And I'm pushing my wheel of love up on Jubilee Street
Ah look at me now

The problem was she had a little black book
And my name was written on every page
Well, a girl's got to make ends meet
Even down on Jubilee Street
I was out of place and time
And over the hill and out of my mind
On Jubilee Street
I ought to practice what I preach
These days I go downtown in my tie and tails
I got a foetus on a leash

I am alone now
I am beyond recriminations
Curtains are shut
The furniture has gone
I am transforming
I am vibrating
I'm glowing
I'm flying
Look at me now
I'm flying
Look at me now