Downtown

Red Pants and the Sugarman in the Temple Street gloom

Drinkin' Chivas Regal in a four-dollar room

Just another dead soldier in a powder-blue light

Sugarman says, "Baby, everything's alright"

Goin' downtown

Down, downtown

Goin' down downtown

Montclaire de Havelin doin' the St. Vitus dance

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 streets, but it's so hard to think

Goin' downtown

Down, downtown

Goin' down downtown

Frankie's wearin' lipstick, Pierre Cardin

I swear to God, I seen him holdin' hands with Jimmy Bones

Sally's high on crank, hungry for some sweets

Femme 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