Stella Hurt Lyrics
| Song | Stella Hurt |
| Artist | Elvis Costello |
| Album | The Return of the Spectacular Spinning Songbook |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You should wear your red galoshes | |
| Walking o'er the city pride | |
| Streets are paved with heaven's pennies | |
| Gutters full of suicides | |
| Teddy steadily fell from graceful | |
| Somewhere near Arcadia | |
| Once she overheard a voice | |
| That she didn't hear on the radio | |
| Velvet gloves and country clubs | |
| Were never going to hold her | |
| Ringing the necks of silly | |
| Southern belles | |
| Who wanted to scold her | |
| Don't bring me down | |
| I'm trouble bound | |
| Blue song | |
| Red Alert | |
| Who made Stella Hurt? | |
| Teddy soon dropped out of sight | |
| Turned up in another town | |
| Changed her name for the spotlight | |
| Singing like a blue bird in a sequin gown | |
| She finally fell and married well | |
| But she knew it wouldn't last | |
| Reversing back into the limelight | |
| No one ever saw her even half-plastered | |
| Don't bring me down | |
| I'm trouble bound | |
| Blue song | |
| Red Alert | |
| Who made Stella Hurt? | |
| Then she saw those soldier boys | |
| Throw their bonnets in the air | |
| Self-made men would pledge their fortunes | |
| And dream of her | |
| And dream of her | |
| Generals in the commissary opened up a case of wine | |
| Checked the perfume of the cork | |
| Said “Made in 1929” | |
| They used her up, to raise morale and money | |
| For Old Glory | |
| Her voice was shot beyond repair | |
| But that is not the last act of this story | |
| The night is black as cracked shellac | |
| Abandoned in an attic | |
| Stella is silent as the grave | |
| Until a needle drags her through the static | |
| Don't bring me down | |
| I'm trouble bound | |
| Blue song | |
| Red Alert | |
| Who made Stella Hurt? |
| You should wear your red galoshes | |
| Walking o' er the city pride | |
| Streets are paved with heaven' s pennies | |
| Gutters full of suicides | |
| Teddy steadily fell from graceful | |
| Somewhere near Arcadia | |
| Once she overheard a voice | |
| That she didn' t hear on the radio | |
| Velvet gloves and country clubs | |
| Were never going to hold her | |
| Ringing the necks of silly | |
| Southern belles | |
| Who wanted to scold her | |
| Don' t bring me down | |
| I' m trouble bound | |
| Blue song | |
| Red Alert | |
| Who made Stella Hurt? | |
| Teddy soon dropped out of sight | |
| Turned up in another town | |
| Changed her name for the spotlight | |
| Singing like a blue bird in a sequin gown | |
| She finally fell and married well | |
| But she knew it wouldn' t last | |
| Reversing back into the limelight | |
| No one ever saw her even halfplastered | |
| Don' t bring me down | |
| I' m trouble bound | |
| Blue song | |
| Red Alert | |
| Who made Stella Hurt? | |
| Then she saw those soldier boys | |
| Throw their bonnets in the air | |
| Selfmade men would pledge their fortunes | |
| And dream of her | |
| And dream of her | |
| Generals in the commissary opened up a case of wine | |
| Checked the perfume of the cork | |
| Said " Made in 1929" | |
| They used her up, to raise morale and money | |
| For Old Glory | |
| Her voice was shot beyond repair | |
| But that is not the last act of this story | |
| The night is black as cracked shellac | |
| Abandoned in an attic | |
| Stella is silent as the grave | |
| Until a needle drags her through the static | |
| Don' t bring me down | |
| I' m trouble bound | |
| Blue song | |
| Red Alert | |
| Who made Stella Hurt? |
| You should wear your red galoshes | |
| Walking o' er the city pride | |
| Streets are paved with heaven' s pennies | |
| Gutters full of suicides | |
| Teddy steadily fell from graceful | |
| Somewhere near Arcadia | |
| Once she overheard a voice | |
| That she didn' t hear on the radio | |
| Velvet gloves and country clubs | |
| Were never going to hold her | |
| Ringing the necks of silly | |
| Southern belles | |
| Who wanted to scold her | |
| Don' t bring me down | |
| I' m trouble bound | |
| Blue song | |
| Red Alert | |
| Who made Stella Hurt? | |
| Teddy soon dropped out of sight | |
| Turned up in another town | |
| Changed her name for the spotlight | |
| Singing like a blue bird in a sequin gown | |
| She finally fell and married well | |
| But she knew it wouldn' t last | |
| Reversing back into the limelight | |
| No one ever saw her even halfplastered | |
| Don' t bring me down | |
| I' m trouble bound | |
| Blue song | |
| Red Alert | |
| Who made Stella Hurt? | |
| Then she saw those soldier boys | |
| Throw their bonnets in the air | |
| Selfmade men would pledge their fortunes | |
| And dream of her | |
| And dream of her | |
| Generals in the commissary opened up a case of wine | |
| Checked the perfume of the cork | |
| Said " Made in 1929" | |
| They used her up, to raise morale and money | |
| For Old Glory | |
| Her voice was shot beyond repair | |
| But that is not the last act of this story | |
| The night is black as cracked shellac | |
| Abandoned in an attic | |
| Stella is silent as the grave | |
| Until a needle drags her through the static | |
| Don' t bring me down | |
| I' m trouble bound | |
| Blue song | |
| Red Alert | |
| Who made Stella Hurt? |
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