| Lyrics: | Alarm goes off at seven and you start uptown.
You put in your eight hours for the powers that
have always been.
(Sing it, child.) Till it's five P.M.
Then you go downtown where
the folks are broke.
You go down downtown where your life's a joke.
You go downtown, where
you buy your toke 'n' you go *
home to skid row. (Home to skid row.)
Yes, you go
downtown where the cabs don't stop.
Downtown where the food is slop.
Downtown, where the
hopheads flop in the snow.
Down on skid row.
Uptown you cater to a million
jerks.
Uptown you're messengers and mailroom clerks
eating all your lunches at the hot dog
carts.
The bosses take your money and they break your hearts.
And uptown you cater
to a million whores.
You disinfect terrazzo on their bathroom floors.
The job's are really
menial. You'll make no bread.
And then at five o'clock you'll head (by subway) . .
.
Downtown where the guys are drips.
Downtown where they rip your
slips.
Downtown where relationships are no go.
Down on skid row. (Down on skid
row).
Down on skid row. (Down on skid row).
Down on skid row. (Down on skid
row).
Down on skid row.
Poor, all my life I've always been poor.
I keep asking
God what I'm for,
and he tells me "Gee, I'm not sure.
Sweep that floor,
kid."
Oh, I started life as an orphan, a child of the street here on skid row.
He
took me in, gave me shelter, a bed, crust of bread and a job.
Treats me like dirt. Calls me a
slob, which I am.
So I live downtown. That's your home address.
You live downtown
when your life's a mess.
You live downtown where depressions' jes' status quo.
Down on
skid row.
Someone show me a way to get outa here,
'cause I constantly pray I'll get
outa here.
Please, won't somebody say I'll get outa here.
Someone gimme my shot or I'll
rot here.
Show me how and I will, Downtown, there's no rules for us.
I'll get outa
here.
I'll start climbin' uphill Downtown, 'cause it's dangerous.
and get outa
here.
Someone tell me I still Downtown where the rainbow's just a no show.
could get outa
here.
Someone tell lady luck --When you live
that I'm stuck here.
Gee, it sure would
be swell downtown where the sun don't shine.
to get outa here,
bid the gutter
farewell Downtown past the bottom line.
and get outa here.
I'd move heaven and
hell Downtown. Go ask any wino. He'll know.
to get outa skid,
I'd do I dunno
what Downtown.
to get outa skid,
but a hell of a lot Downtown.
to get outa
skid,
people tell me there's not Downtown.----Skid row.
a way outa skid,
but believe
me, I've gotta
get outa skid row.
*The book listed this as "When you buy your token
you go", but
I just don't believe that's what is being
sung.
Da-Doo
Da-doo, (spoken)I was walkin' in the wholesale
flower district that
day,
shoop da-doo, and I passed by this place where this old Chinese
man,
chang da-doo, he sometimes sells me weird and exotic cuttings,
snip da-doo, 'cause he
knows, you see, that strange plants are my hobby.
da da da da da da-doo. He didn't have
anything unusual there that day.
Nope, da-doo, so I was just about to, ya know, walk on
by,
good for you, when suddenly,
good for you. and without warning, there was this total
eclipse of the
sun.
It got very dark and there was this strange
humming
sound like something from another world.
Da-doo, And when the light came back
this weird plant was just
sitting there,
whoop-see-doo just, you know, stuck in, among the
zinnias.
Audrey Two. I coulda sworn it hadn't been there before,
but the old Chinese man
sold it to me anyways,
for a dollar ninety-five.
Sha la la, la la la, la la la loo |
