Went downtown on the two fourtynine,
play'n for recognition of the New York town
See, me and the boys got a rock 'n' roll band;
they were so damn good, gonna lift up the man

Well, we got ups, we got downs,
we got just so high till the sun goes down
Got the ego, can be abused;
I got my two-toned shoes,
and I can sing the blues

Look out, kids, it's the F B I;
we got a problem, you keep me high
Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face
and put your money where your mouth is or get out this place

New York town is a meanass town,
we got a thousand bands singin' underground
Way down in New Orleans it's the same old thing;
emotion'l music a merry old thing

Old King Soul, he final'y gave us a jolt;
he played the vibes till nine and read from ten to four
He played upside down, he played inside out;
then a uniform band he was thrown into jail

Look out, kids, it's the F B I;
we got a problem, you keep me high
Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face
and put your money where your mouth is or get out this place

Gettin' hungry I know little woman,
can't get a smell 'cause my nose is blocked
I'm so high, I can't believe it;
hotel dogs are knockin' on my door

Two night of singin' nearly out on the end,
left the two parts red, oh what a square
As soon as the man, there's no sweeter song,
listen, Mc Cartney, we're the band on the run

Look out, kids, it's the F B I;
we got a problem, you keep me high
Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face
and put your money where your mouth is or get out this place -acap