I got some money- he knows a guy

A cat across town under a Brooklyn sky

Twenties of blow right over the bar

Cool your jets- it ain't that far

So ride on, ride on, ride on- we'll soon be there

So ride on, ride on, ride on- we'll soon be there

See them highbrow sisters in their mother-milk gloves

With their no-neck gangsters, hungry for love?

Stereo's broken, sharin' headphones

Keep your high-hats open, and leave us alone

Pull over to the kerb and let the sirens go by

Pull over to the kerb and let the sirens go by

So ride on, ride on, ride on- we'll soon be there

So ride on, ride on, ride on- we'll soon be there

What is this country, the stripes and the stars?

Twenties of blow right over the bar

Stereo's broken, sharin' headphones

Keep your high-hats open and leave us alone

Pull over to the kerb and let the sirens go by

Pull over to the kerb and let the sirens go by

So ride on, ride on, ride on- we'll soon be there

So ride on, ride on, ride on- we'll soon be there

Pull over to the kerb and let the sirens go by