Broadway (The Clash)

"It ain't my fault It's 6 'o'clock in the morning" He said As he came up out of the night When he found I had no coins to bum, He began to testify Born in a depression Born out of good luck Born into misery - In the back of a truck.. I'm telling you this mister Don't be put off by looks I been in the ring and I took those right hooks Oh the loneliness Used to knock me out - harder than the rest And I've worked for breakfast 'N I ain't had no lunch I been on delivery and received every punch Suddenly I noticed that it weren't quite the same Feel different one morning maybe it was the rain But everywhere I looked all over the city They're runnin' in an out of the bars Someone stopped for a pick-up driving one of those cars Y'see I allways wanted one of those cars Long black 'n shiny an' pull up to the bars Honk your horn, put down your windows, push yer button, Hear it coming in You can say I can see the light... roll! Forward! Drive! Green lights! Green lights! Intersection city coming a running comeback home I run back Not that strong now Yes who's there now, can I help you? Calling Intel station light Did you put your money in? Yes I put it in It say go, I say go, she say go, so we say go Cos I can see the light all night tonight this night right now Coming on forward motion across the ocean An' up the hills yeh boys let's strike for the hills While that petrol tank is full Gimme a push gimme a pull Gimme a llama gimme a mule Gimme a donkey or gimme a horse Down the avenue So fine In style