Downtown

Red Pants and the Sugarman in the Temple Street gloom
Drinkin' Chivas Regal in a four dollar room
Just another dead soldier (2) in a powder blue night (3)
Sugarman says baby, everything’s alright
Goin' downtown (4), down downtown
Goin' down downtown
Montclaire de Havelin (5) doin' the St. Vitus dance (6)
Lookin' for someone to chop the lumber in his pants
How am I gonna unload all of this ice and all this mink
All the traffic in the street, but it’s so hard to think
Goin' downtown, down downtown
Goin' down downtown
Frankie’s wearin' lipstick, Pierre Cardin (7)
I swear to God I seen him holdin' hands with Jimmy Bond (8)
Sally’s high on crank (9) and hungry for some sweets
Fem in the sheets but she’s butch in the streets
Goin' downtown, down downtown
Goin' down downtown
It’s the cool of the evening, the sun’s goin' down
I want to hold you in my arms, I want to push you around
I wanna break your bottle and spill out all your charms
Come on baby, we’ll set off all the burglar alarms
Goin' downtown, down downtown
Goin' down downtown
Red Pants and the Sugarman in the Temple Street gloom
Are drinkin' Chivas Regal in a four dollar room
Just another dead soldier in a powder blue night
Red Pants says to Sugarman, said everything’s alright
Goin' downtown, down downtown
Goin' down downtown