Throw Rag So. 5th St.
Sounds are turning up up up Shitty McDonald's is opening up Store fronts gonna open up their eyes Plenty of ants gonna hit that hill Marcy Ave. I'll get my fill Wake up closer to the day I die Let's just call it a holiday I don't wanna work today Sure there's lots of stuff to do I don't feel bad How 'bout you? Hey street sweeper you're a drag Can't you see I'm sleeping in this van You're always out before the sun comes up Manhattan's over there somewhere To be quite honest I don't care Brooklyn she's got everything I need [Chorus]
