Down and Out

Here we go now

Well, I'm that cowboy kid

I'm kicking into town

Big Apple baby

Yeah, this shit should sure bring you down

East 14th Street to... and Houston too

Yeah, everybody know that New York City is the home of the blues

Subway car, I'm in a taxi cab

Got your paper-folding money deep in the Bloomingdales bag

That's alright

That's what I do, get it

Now, some some folks say it's true but it sure feels like a lie

Cash money, what you need a little to buy so high

Union Square and New York park

come on baby let's take a stroll after dark

Put your boots on, yeah, just one at a time

But when you get them boots on I said you're blowing my mind

That's alright

I like what you do

Get it

'Cause when you're down and out

And down at the heel

Bad luck baby, yeah, I know how that feels

Great big greasy eyeballs are pointing at you

What you gonna do?

Get dead?

I'm gonna rock that shit at the drop of a hat

This is America baby, we ain't got no class

So, swivel your hips and dip to the side

Whooo weee

We gonna go for a ride

That's alright

Yeah

Do it good

Uh

'Cause when you're down and out

And down at the heel

A million dollars ain't gonna last but one year

Great big greasy eyeball, baby, pointing at you

What you gonna do?

You gonna hit it?

Well, if you see me smile upon this here stage

Fine me twenty dollars

I don't mind because I'm about to get paid

Alright

That's what I do

Get it