Rats In The Cellar

I'm going under, rats are in the cellar

Going under, skin's turning yellow

Nose is runny, losing my connection

Losing money, getting no affection

New York City blues

East side, west side news

Throw me in the slam

Catch me if you

Can believe

That you're wearing

Tearing me apart

I'm safe complaining, because everything's rotten

Goin' insanin', and everything's forgotten

Feeling cozy, rats are in the cellar

Cheeks are rosy, skin's turning yellow

Loose and soggy, looking rather lazy

See my body, pushing up a-daisies

New York City's dues

East side, west side news

Throw me in the slam

Catch me if you

Can believe

That you're wearing

Tearing me apart

New York City blues

East side, west side news

Throw me in the slam

Catch me if you

Can believe

That you're wearing

Tearing me apart