Close my eyes
For the big surprise
Make a wisher look around

Spinning 'round
Down in New York town
And everything just seems all wrong

Police man
Wanna shake my hand
Ask me how I feel today

I said I'm doing fine
But my friend and I
Do believe we lost our way

Coming down
Don't count unless you mean it
Back, get back to it
Back, get back to it

Getting down
Don't count unless you feel it
Back, get back to it
Back, get back to it

Killing time
On your daddy's dime
Gonna make you a man someday

I grab my coat
And she grabs her coke
The disco's just two blocks away

Uncle Sam
Wanna shake my hand
Tell me "Son, you're doing just fine"

Hey, thanks man
But you don't understand
All I do is waste my time

Coming down
Don't count unless you mean it
Back, get back to it
Back, get back to it

Getting down
Don't count unless you feel it
Back, get back to it
Back, get back to it

It's such a gas
When you're living fast
And your friends don't know your name
Spinning 'round
Down in District town
I do believe I lost my way

Coming down
Don't count unless you mean it
Back, get back to it
Back, get back to it

Getting down
Don't count unless you feel it
Back, get back to it
Back, get back to it