Lyrics

The other night he copped a feel
from an old man behind a wheel
So he could stay warm all night
though compromising is appetite
he will go on
he will go on

He met a man from New Orleans
Didn’t know he was really that mean
Til he saw the bruises on his thighs
but he didn’t think it was that unwise
So he went on
So he went on

Cause oooh,
Eddie’s got feel...

Backrooms and train stations
Quick hellos and liberations
Take the cash and hit the tracks
Gear it up and then relax
‘til he goes on
‘til he goes on

High wired, Eighty dollars
sit your ass in holy squalor
Take the next one, make the stake
Higher when their body shakes
when you go on
when you go on

But oooh,
Eddie’s got feel…

I sat around Columbus Square
Sittin’ sure my friend be there
Went each day and went each night
Til they told me he had lost the fight
So he went on
Yeah, he went on

But oooh,
Eddie had feel…