Cruising with Amapola Coming through my Rolls' Radio Down Main Street, through Melrose And down to the boardwalk Looking for the last mark 'fore the unknown ♪ No fooling They all made their bed ♪ Cruising with lovely Amapola Telling me she loves me so Can any centenarian Authentically recall a time where they felt anything at all? I thought not, I know not, not me sir, no no sir, not me Useless begging A left turn to the docks Our man works day and night That's all son That's all son That's all son Always another, always one more ♪ Another dance, another swing Another night, another fling Another race, another scene Another time, another time Cruising with Amapola Telling me, "Please don't go" ♪ One last score, one last hit One last thrill, one last miss One last rush, one last go One last try for the late night show ♪ Amapola, Amapola How I long to hear you say "I love you"