Slade Big Apple Blues
City streets where the steam and the heat never goes to
sleep
What a sight all the yellow and tans and the black and
whites
There's also a dark shade of blue struttin' along two
by two
Their guns hangin' low like the cowboys you dig in the
old gunfights
Chorus
But still I got hooked on them big apple blues
And I got hung up on them big apple blues
And I got strung up on them big apple blues
I ain't got nothin' to lose
Them hot licks from the hicks satisfy the Manhattan
chicks
Them cool schmucks get their hooks on the bucks with
their sexy looks
They all know how to do what good little girls
shouldn't do
I don't care 'bout evasion cos all o' that hassle sucks
Chorus
But still I got hooked on them big apple blues
And I got hung up on them big apple blues
And I got strung up on them big apple blues
I ain't got nothin' to lose
Break
I got got turned on
I got got turned on
I got got turned on
I got got turned on
I got got turned on
I got got turned on
I got got turned on
I got got turned on
I got got turned on
I got got hooked on
I got got switched on
I got got turned on
I got got turned on
I got got hooked on
I got got switched on
I got got turned on yeah
City streets where the steam and the heat never goes to
sleep
And city walls standing tall if you fall no-one hears
you call
There are bodies all filled up with wine sayin' buddy
have you got a dime
The apple ain't bad it's just bruised and I'm glad that
it's there at all
Chorus
But still I got hooked on them big apple blues
And I got hung up on them big apple blues
I got strung on switched on hooked on them big apple
blues
I got hooked on snooked on cooked on them big apple
blues
Why I got to hang on to hang on to hang on to hang on
to them blues
Why I got hooked on cooked on snooked on them big apple
blues
And I got hooked on them big apple blues
I ain't got nothin' to lose
