went downtown on the two fourtynine
play'n 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
it's 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 it's the same old thing;
emotion'l music a merry old thing. old king soul
he final'y 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
it's 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
can't get a smell 'cause my nose is blocked. i'm so high
i can't 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
there's no sweeter song
listen
mc cartney
we're the band on the run. look out
kids
it's 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. oh yeah