Tekst
In the middle of may, in the seconds of the very last shades of day
I see that nobody's kids anymore
Though we looked that way from the 24th floor window
'Cause it's easy to be the miser
When no one's the wiser
Easy to shake down
Easy to glean the green from Bayridge to Queens
Easy to wear the crown
They say that this place ain't got a heart
'Cause I could still hear the beat
And every night it's oh-oh-oh-ah-oh, oh-oh-oh-ah-oh
From all the way down the street
It goes on and on and (as long as you got the money)
On and on and (as long as you got the money)
On and on and (as long as you got the money)
On and on and (The Slumlord doesn't care)
Staying out the hallway, hold tight till Saturday
'Cause you got the rent to pay
Dreams of shelling out next to none
With no rubicon
Well, honey, those days are done
Shelling out three G's for four walls and keys
Hey, at least you can run the town
Shaking our pockets loose, but hey, what's the use?
I guess we're taking it sitting down
They say that this place ain't got a heart
'Cause I could still hear the beat
And every night it's oh-oh-oh-ah-oh, oh-oh-oh-ah-oh
From all the way down the street
It goes on and on and (as long as you got the money)
On and on and (as long as you got the money)
On and on and (as long as you got the money)
On and on and (as long as you got the money)
It goes on and on and (They want that money)
On and on and (They want that money-eh-eh-eh-ey)
On and on and (They want that money)
On and on and (They want that money-eh-eh-eh-ey)
E' così che vive la discoteca il pubblico xenoniano
Con la sua piccola adventure
In una maniera diversa, alla nostra maniera!
