Lyrics:

Well, it's morning here, on Front St. and Dover
And it feels like this whole town's hung over
And the pot holes look like they would rather just go back to bed
Hunched-back buildings with blood-shot windows
And there's a Buick passed out in my gutter
And the parking meter wishes he'd called in sick instead

Well, the crack in the sidewalk is yawning,
And the store-front window's head is pounding
And that hydrant's waiting for the hair of the dogs to come stumblin' on by
So I prop my eye-balls up on the front stoop
And watch that chimney over there cough up some yellow soup
And I recall that you're mad at me, but I can't remember why... nope, completely escapes me

Well, sometimes I drink and sometimes I get drunk
And sometimes I fall over
And sometimes I'm starin' down the sewer grate
Here on Front Street and Dover, yeah
And sometimes I drink and I get low down
And I'm a-needin' some attention
But if you're so inclined
Just keep in mind
No one asked for your opinion
No, no one asked for your opinion, babe

CHORUS:
'Cause I'm the Front St. Belvedere, my dear,
Tell ya, I'm the liquor store Cavalier
Well there's no one like me anywhere's around here,
I'm the Muscatel Musketeer
Well, I'm the Front St. Belvedere, my dear,
Tell ya, I'm the liquor store Cavalier,
I hear that Burbank's nice this time of year
Well you can do what you want,
I'm gonna stay right here.

I keep my hard times in a grocery bag
I got a scrap-book full of blues
I keep my tear drops in a mason jar,
I got a crate full of bad attitude
I got a twenty-five cent photo-booth picture
Of a girl that I once cared for
I think of our love and I get the sweetest heartache
That any fool could ask for, yeah
And you know just what I came for, babe

CHORUS:

I love the asphalt gray and the pop-bottle green
And the sky is clear and aqua-velva blue
I love the tin-can jingle goes a-ding-dang-dingle
When I kick it down the avenue, oh yeah.
I got everything I need for to ease my burden;
Mississippi blue notes and straight Kentucky bourbon
You can do me a favour; you can go your own way
You can mind your own business, you can spare me the sermon!

But a-little baby, little baby...

Please don't touch my misery, no
Don't take it away from me
'Cause if you do, then I'll believe
That I will surely disappear
Well I say, please don't touch my misery, no
Don't take it away from me
'Cause if you do, then I will cease to be
The Front St. Belvedere, my dear
Well I'm the Front St. Belvedere, my dear.
I'm the... ah, you know who I am
Bop, bop!