the old nickelodeon song

i guess i'm an old-fashioned dreamer, walking the street on my own, out of date, like the old-fashioned steamer, no longer feeling at home, for now romance has gone, time races on, but i still remember, the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors, and the old nickelodeon sound, the old cobblestone street echoes of feet, like distant reminders, of the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors, and the old nickelodeon sound, there used to be all kinds of places where people like me used to go, full of rough but friendly old faces, looking for someone to know, but now, they only belong to old films or songs, almost forgotten, like the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors, and the old nickelodeon sound, the old cobblestone street echoes of feet, like distant reminders, of the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors