Coney Island Blue

You can still hear Al Jolson on the jukebox at Ruby's On the boardwalk between Stillwell and Eighth But the music sounds small... And the pictures on the wall... Make you fell like you've missed the parade And the photos of the old days like a star that's grown cold But the faces just don't raise a spark And the Cyclone still shakes... And the sound that it makes... "Don't no one remember Luna Park?" And how I wish that I'd been there In 1903 after dark When they would light the place up like the daylight Don't no one remember Luna Park? Don't no one remember Luna Park? And the ashes from Dreamland and Steeplechase Park Have long disappeared down the coast And the memories are faint As that blue and red paint And they break like the bones of a ghost And they cover it over with that Coney Island Blue Don't no one remember Luna Park? And how I wish that I'd been there In 1903 after dark When they would light the place up like the daylight Don't no one remember Luna Park? Don't no one remember Luna Park?