Union Square (Waits Tom)

Well time is always money for the boys on Union Square Go on and bust your ass 'til doomsday, don't forget to say your prayers Someone's riding down the backstreet, said papa got a brand new slack And your baby is handcuffed on the front seat Sit right there, boy and you relax, c'mon honey We're all going down down down downtown, down downtown We're going down downtown, We're going down downtown Well you spill out of the Cinema Fourteen To that drag bar there on the block Whizzin' on down in front of the East Coast Bank rolled up on your sock She stand right there for your pleasure, half Puerto Rican Chinese You got to find your baby somebody to measure I'm going to get me some of these, baby C'mon honey, do you hear what I'm doing now? Down down down, down down down downtown Down downtown, I'm going down downtown 'Bout four in the morning on a Sunday Sacco drinking whiskey in church Half pint of Festival brandy That boy 'bout to fall right off his perch Well that guy in the sweater's off duty Well he's out in front of that welfare hotel The guy in the dress is a beauty Go all the way, I swear you never can tell C'mon honey, and pull up your socks Down down down, I'm going down down down downtown Down downtown, down down down Down down down, c'mon down downtown Going down downtown, I'm going down downtown