(Nodding out now)
(Nodding out now)
Struttin' in the park, back in New York, everything goes
In my skinny black suit, rollin' with my creeper soles
You used to find me down the Scrap Bar
Cracked mirror, rusty blade
Then off to after hours, wearin' out my morning shades
Now I don't need no Novocaine
I get off on a subway train
Talking bout my degeneration
But the kid's alright
My-my-my degeneration, most every night
D-d-degeneration, the kid's alright, the kid's alright
It all started back in Union Square
Lookin' high and low for a cat named Nunzio there
He said
Wait here on the corner, I'll go off and get what you need
Whoops - there goes the money, stupid-ass sweet sixteen
I only got a few regrets
Like where are all my old cassettes?
Bootleg Lemmons helped me to forget
Talking bout my degeneration, but the kid's alright
My-my-my degeneration, most every night
D-d-degeneration, the kid's alright, the kid's alright
If I could get a refund on my misspent youth
I wouldn't change thing, I'm stronger for it that's the truth
Talking bout my degeneration, the kid's alright
My-my-my degeneration, most every night
D-d-degeneration, the kid's alright, the kid's alright
The kid's alright (Degeneration)
Turned out pretty good (Degeneration)
I knew I would (Degeneration)
Got an angel on my shoulder (Degeneration)
I guess (Degeneration)
The kid's alright (Degeneration)
The kid's alright
Yeah, every night, every night
Route 3, Jersey Turnpike
New York, New York
I'm goin' down to Union Square
I got some business there, you know