In the attic lights. Voices scream. Nothing's seen. Real's a dream. . Leaving the things that are real behind. Leaving the things that you love from mind.
Goin' under, rats in the cellar. Goin' under, skin's turnin' yellow. Nose is runny, losin' my connection. Losin' money, getting no affection. . New York City blues.
Blood stains the ivories. Of my daddy's baby grand. I ain't' seen no daylight. Since we started this band. . No More, No More. No More, No More. . Store bought clothes.
Johnny come lately on a Saturday night. Singin' how de do. Backstreet a boogie in the house of delight. Where they steal the show. The money come sour but the ladies are sweet.
Do ya like good boogey. like the real boogey woogie. hear the juke box singin'. get the dance hall swingin'. won't ya grab my shaker. got to meet your maker.