MAINHATTAN SHUFFLE (©Words and Music by Paul F. Cowlan)
I have a love/hate relationship with Frankfurt am Main. A city of high-rise office blocks and international finance, Ive heard it described as the most American town in Germany but its history goes back beyond Charlemagne and even Imper the affectionate nickname of Mainhattan, and as its been the home-base of Gabriele and myself for almost fifteen years, why not a song for the Ford of the Franks on the rolling river Main? (Actually, its really another song for Gabriele.)
Ive never been an early riser. Ive never worked from nine to five.
Im no financial organizer, stocks and bonds and that hand-jive.
I meet my woman at the station. Sometimes I meet her off a plane.
It could be any situation; southern sunlight or northern rain,
but she knows I know she knows how to make me feel alright.
She can take it slow and lazy, but she can stir the water too.
Sometimes I think shell drive me crazy, and thats the least that she might do!
She knows how much I love her. And she dont even have to try.
Im always thinking of her. Cross my heart and hope to die.
I know she knows I know how to make her feel alright.
Half the buildings in this city seem to be reaching for the sky,
but come down to the nitty-gritty and its money-money-money that gets you by.
Shiny cars and shady people go together very well.
And any dealer whos half-asleep will never find a banker to pay his bills;
cos you know they hope youll go down without their wherewithal.
Shadows are falling on the river, lights are burning in the town
This winter weather makes you shiver. The wind gets up and the rain comes down.
Its not the time for walking, its the time for staying home.
We wont be doing too much talking; let me just disconnect that phone,
cos I know you know I know why you look so good tonight.