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