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

Come on honey, do you hear what I'm doing now? Down-down-down, down-down-down-downtown

Down-downtown, whoo, 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

Come on honey, and pull up your socks Down-down -down, I'm going down-down-down-downtown

Down-downtown, down-down-down, whoo, come on Whoo, yeah down-down-down, come on down-downtown

Going down-downtown, I'm going down-downtown