Tekster: Thunderhead. Busted At The Border. 42nd Street.

Had a crazy time down on 42nd street
Ya now the people there are always in the heat
If you don`t tell no lies, look `em in the face
But just one slip of the lip, you`ll be gone without a trace

Too many people say they won`t give a glance
But they`re just too scared and wouldn`t stand a chance
Down on the 42nd street, down on the 42nd street

Well me and the boys, we had to get away
From all the small town clowns, always got something to say
So we packed our bags and headed for the lights
Nothin`s better than a blow-out New York night

When I hit that place that everyone seems to hate
Gonna be myself and make damn sure we stay
Down on the 42nd street, down on the 42nd street

Had a crazy time down on 42nd street
Ya now the people there are always in the heat
If ya wanna lose your mind, end up in lost and found
I know I`ll see you there, makin` all the rounds

Too many people say they won`t give a glance
But they`re just too scared and wouldn`t stand a chance
Down on the 42nd street, down on the 42nd street