Went downtown on the 249
Ramble like a missle up in New York town
See me and my boys got a rock 'n' roll band
Think were so damn good we're gonna
rip-up the land
We got uppers, we got downers
We can get so high when the sun goes down
We got a keyboard that can be abused
I got two-tone shoes and
I like to sing the blues

*Lookout kids here's the FBI
We got a file with the CCI
Put on your cloths take the smile
off your face
Put your money where your mouth is or get
outta this place

New York town is the meanest sound
We got a thousand bands singing underground
They tell me down in New Orleans
it's the same old thing
A motion of music and every old thing

Will Arkansas finally gave us a job
We played the from 5 to 9 and then 10 to 4
We played upside down, we played inside out
Then threw the uniform down,
it was starting to shout

(*Repeat)

I get hungry I wanted a woman
Can't get a spare cause my nose is white
Well I'm so high that I can't believe it
The whole town's gone to knocking on my door
Two nights have seen me out in the end
Yet the two house bands over slept
Send us a man that don't sleep at all
Missing the party when the band don't rock

(*Repeat)