Caught In The Middle Of A 3-Way Mix

That's Paul's Boutique

Ask for Janice when you call there

For the best in men's clothing

Stop that train, I wanna get off

Well, it's 4AM, I've got the Haffenreffer ale

I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail

Groggy eyed and fried, I'm headed for the station

A D-train ride to Coney Island vacation

Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the one train

They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine

And then I jump the turnstile because I can't afford a token

Riding between the cars, pissin', smokin'

Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout

Policeman told my homeboy, put that crack out

You know you light up when the lights go down

And then you read the New York post, Fulton St., downtown

Same faces every day, but you don't know their names

Party people going placed on the D-train

Stop that train, I wanna get off

Trench coat, wing tip, going to work

And you'll be pulling a train like Captain Kirk

Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts

I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz

Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor

Prostitutes spandex caught in the slide doors

And now you're stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity

Sweating like swine in a flophouse fraternity

Fifty dollar fine, I'm disturbing the peace

The neck, turtle, the lease, creased

Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin'

Friday night and Jamaica, Queens funkin'

Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform

Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm

Bust into the conductor's booth and bustin' out rhymes

Over the loud speaker about hard times

Sat across from a man readin' El Diario

Riding the train down from the El Barrio

Went from the station straight to Orange Julius

I bought a hot dog from man George Drakoulias