(rod stewart , 1975/76)
Went downtown on the two fourtynine,
Playn for recognition of the new york town.
See, me and the boys got a rock n roll band;
They were so damn good, gonna lift up the man.
Well, we got ups, we got downs,
We got just so high till the sun goes down.
Got the ego, can be abused;
I got my two-toned shoes,
And I can sing the blues.
Look out, kids, its the f b i;
We got a problem, you keep me high.
Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face
And put your money where your mouth is or get out this place.
New york town is a meanass town,
We got a thousand bands singin underground.
Way down in new orleans its the same old thing;
Emotionl music a merry old thing.
Old king soul, he finaly gave us a jolt;
He played the vibes till nine and read from ten to four.
He played upside down, he played inside out;
Then a uniform band he was thrown into jail.
Look out, kids, its the f b i;
We got a problem, you keep me high.
Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face
And put your money where your mouth is or get out this place.
Gettin hungry I know little woman,
Cant get a smell cause my nose is blocked.
Im so high, I cant believe it;
Hotel dogs are knockin on my door.
Two night of singin nearly out on the end,
Left the two parts red, oh what a square.
As soon as the man, theres no sweeter song,
Listen, mc cartney, were the band on the run.
Look out, kids, its the f b i;
We got a problem, you keep me high.
Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face
And put your money where your mouth is or get out this place.
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