Rats in the Cellar

Going under, masquerade seller
Going under, skin's a turn yellow
Nose is runny, losing my connection
Losing money, got no affection
New York City blues
East side, west side moves
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you can
Believe we're in the end of the world
Simple plating, everything is rotten
Going sailing, turn your teeth to cotton
Feeling cozy, masquerade seller
Takes a Rosie, skin's a turn yellow
New York City blues
East side, west side moves
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you can
Believe we're in the end of the world
Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah, yeah
Just a little down
New York City blues
East side, west side moves
Throw me in the slam
Oh, throw me in the slam, baby
Catch me if you can
Catch me, catch me, catch me, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, all right
Come on, come on, come on, yeah, yeah
Everybody's pushing up the daisy
Oh, yeah, catch me if you can
Oh, yeah, catch me if you can
Oh, yeah, catch me if you can
Oh, yeah, catch me if you can