When you wake up darling
And recall my name
Something about last evening
And it got me insane
And lord you were funny
And watching you run your game
It was something watching you hustling
I gotta get out of here
Second oldest profession
Running up and about
How an attention to reach a man
Yet to work it all out
Say they going to help you
Got their hand held out
And there's something watching you hustling
I gotta get out of here
I head to my accountant
He told me I was broke
On the road for seven months
Is this some kind of joke?
Why don't you ask your manager
It's the last cheque you wrote
It was something watching you hustling
I gotta get out of here
They line up from all over
The gang that clear the scene
Say they take you platinum
But she forget your name
Don't care about music
Send your commission to my name
It was something watching you hustling
I gotta get out of here
Walking Sunset Boulevard
In a midday fall
Come across a homeless man
On the floor on a cardboard box
He was looking so hard
I threw down a double star box
It was something watching you hustling
I gotta get out of here
It was something watching you hustling
I gotta get out of here
