We've got to stop this crazy carrying on. It's gonna be the death of you. Stop this crazy carrying on. It's gonna be the death of me. . It's gonna be the end you see.
One, two, three, four. . New York City is a real cool town. Society really brings me down. Our playground is a pharmacy. Kids find trouble so easily. .
I had enough, I had it tough. I had enough of that crummy stuff. I had enough of that crummy stuff. . Crummy, crummy, crummy, crummy. Crummy, crummy, crummy, crummy.
Standing here in front of the mirror. It's gonna be alright tonight. Feelin' hot, yeah, I'm on fire. I'm never ever goin' to tire. . Tonight, it's gonna be alright.
He's go so many problems You can count them one by one. He's a filthy, stupid apeman He never has any fun. He lives in the jungle in a cave by a hill Plays an old loud drum.
When I saw you at the cat club. You looked really kind of cool now. Well, come along with me 'cause. We got a lot of things to do now. . You don't ever have to be lonely.
You got to pick up the pieces. Come on, sort your trash. Better pull yourself back together. Maybe you've got too much cash. . Better call, call the law.