I got a job in a band called Black 47. I was doin' nothin' special after 11. Oh we learned some tunes and wrote some songs. And we bought ourselves a drum machine to keep the beat strong.
The strobe was pulsin' in the after-hours, the booze was flowin' free. When I first saw you across that room on down by Houston Street. You were wrapped around a wiseguy for all the world to see.