Donovan's Doorway Songtext / Lyric

There is a stray dog lapping at the kerb-side pool

Hear the tap, tap, tapping from a tap-dance school

The teacher keeps the beat

To the old sheet music

They keep in the piano stool



And in Donovan's doorway

There's a man with a night stick

To keep us from playing the fool

And in Donovan's doorway

There's a man with a night stick

And he's just applying the rules



There's fine rain falling past a tall flood-light

For some fine foot-balling on a week-day night

The players all drive up

In limousines

To pull on the red and the white






And in Donovan's doorway

There's a man with a night-stick

He's watching from his left to his right

And in Donovan's doorway

There's a man with a night-stick

He's keeping me well in his sights



And we could walk this road all night

And we could talk it out until the very first light

And we could start from the slightest suggestion

But the odds are against us

Making much progress

Because it's not just the night that's in question…



There's a church converted to a hard-ware store

There's no-one on this street that don't know the score

Two hearts entwined

'Mick' and 'Caroline'

On a poster that says, 'Help the Poor'



And in Donovan's doorway

There's a man with a night-stick

He asks me what I'm looking for



And in Donovan's doorway

There's a man with a night-stick

He asks me what I'm looking for



And in Donovan's doorway

There's a man with a night-stick

And he's just upholding the law