I´m wandering in Time Square, I´m low life I ain´t wearing no underwear ´cause I´m low life Nobody sees my face I go without a trace Although I´m planning great things
Has anyone seen me on the subway? I´ve got no lucky star above me I stand here ironing My door bell never rings And I´ve forgotten my name
On TV a prize fighter is crawling I´m laying here for some balling Now I´m in bed but I´m stalling Sweet dreams
I´m wandering Time Square with the low life In bikini underwear, I´m low life Something has swallowed you And who would bother you? Dressed up in orange and red
If you are not a people creature Then you´re presumably a preacher Your ass is history Stripped of all mystery They have evicted your name