Goin’ under, rats in the cellar
Goin’ under, skin’s turnin’ yellow
Nose is runny, losin’ my connection
Losin’ money, getting no affection
New York City blues
East side, West side blues
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you can
Believe
That you’re wearing
Tearing me apart
Safe complaining, ’cause everything’s rotten
Go insanin’, and ain’t a thing forgotten
Feelin’ cozy, Rats In The Cellar
Cheeks are rosy, skin’s turning yellow
Loose and soggy, lookin’ rather lazy
See my body, pushin up the daisies
New York City’s dues
East side, west side news
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you can
Believe
That you’re wearing
Tearing me apart
New York City blues
East side, west side blues
Throw me in the slam
A catch me if you can
Believe
That you’re wearing
Tearing me apart