All In the Name of Rock 'N' Roll

Went downtown on the 249 Playin' for recognition of the New York town See, me and my boys got a rock 'n' roll band They were so damn good, gonna lift up the man, yeah Well, we got ups, we got downs We got just so high 'til the sun goes down Got the ego, can be abused I got my two-toned shoes and I can sing the blues Look out, kids, it's the FBI We got a problem, you keep me high Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face And put your money where your mouth is or get out this place New York town is a mean ass town We got a thousand bands singin' underground Way down in New Orleans it's the same old thing Emotional music a merry old thing Well, Old King Soul, he finally gave us a jolt He played the vibes 'til nine and read from ten to four He played upside down, he played inside out Then a uniform band he was thrown into jail Look out, kids, it's the FBI We got a problem, you keep me high Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face Put your money where your mouth is or get out this place Hit it Gettin' hungry, I know, little woman Can't get a smell 'cause my nose is blocked I'm so high, I can't believe it Hotel dogs are knockin' on my door Two nights of singin' nearly out on the end Left the two parts red, oh what a square As soon as the man, there's no sweeter song Listen, McCartney, we're the band on the run Look out, kids, it's the FBI We got a problem, you keep me high Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face And put your money where your mouth is or get out this place Oh, yeah