Did ya ever just wanna lay down, tell the world ya had enough.
Did ya ever wanna drop out, when the goin' got a little bit rough.
Have you ever walked the sidewalks hungry,
Have you ever really had the blues?
So now you wanna see how the other half lived,
Well brother what ya got to lose?
Whatcha got to lose if you leave your home
And you never think think of ever goin' back.
Your fat(er's making money for the good of the country
And your moma's out bettin' at the track.
Camptown ladies sing them songs, doo-daa, doo-daa,
And now you're gonna let your hair grow long
Get a little pad up town.
Throw away your checkbook and all your credit cards
And use your wits to get around.
And you think it's gonna make you happy,
See your story in the evening new.
If you know it's just a game of tryin' to point the blame,
Brother whatcha got to lose?
Hey, lonely Rockefeller Square,
The underground world don't fit a millionaire.
Hey, Rocky, whatcha gonna do,
First time you ever had the pressure on you.
Hey, Rock when the rockin' and t(e bombin' is through
There'll still be a piece of daddy's kingdom for you.
Now Rocky ya sure hurt ya moma,
And your daddy got an ulcer over you.
With t(e stock market shot and the war still hot
It sure was a cruel thing to do.
So don't cry boy.
Hey, lonely Rockefeller Square
The underground life don't fit a millionaire.
Hey, Rocky, whatcha gonna do?
First time you ever had the pressure on you.
Hey, Rock when the rockin' and the bombin' is through
There'll still be a piece of daddy's kingdom for you.
Money to pay, money today, don't ya go gay, Rocky better pray.
Money today, money to pay, don't ya go gay, Rocky better pray.
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