Down And Out In New York City (feat. The J.B.'s)

Yeah, man, like, you know I was born in New York City On a Monday It seems I was out shinin' shoes by Tuesday noon All the fat cats In the bad hats Doing me a real big favor Forgot the fat cats In the bad hats laying it on real good Here's a dime boy Give me a shine boy Oh, get it When the cold wind comes It live at New York City And the street's no place to be But there you are So you try hard Or you die hard No one really gives a good damn You try hard And you die hard No one gives a damn Here's a dime boy Give me a shine boy Down and out In New York City Ain't no way to be But where can you go? When you're down and out at New York City I'm never, never, never gonna get that way again Oh No, no, no No, no, not me When you need a friend Need ever When you want a friend Gonna get myself together 'Til the mornin' Gonna leave it all That one bad dream All the fat cats In the bad hats Doing me a real big favor Forgot the fat cats In the bad hats Laying it on real good Here's a dime boy Give me a shine boy Woo! Woo! Ah, yeah Give me a shine boy Woo! Yeah, give me a shine boy Yeah, na, na, na, woo! Shine, uh Down and out in New York City Ain't nowhere to be, where can you go? When you're down and out in New York City Said I'm never, never, never gonna get that way again No, no, no, no, not me When you need a friend, troubled mind When you need a friend, you got a troubled mind Ain't nobody gonna to give you one thin dime Huh Friends can be cruel, sometimes can be sweet But what, what bugs a man, what hurts a man When you give him a drink Just can't get nothing to eat That's New York City That's New York City New York City A 125 Street Bricks Eighth Avenue