I´m in a kind of foolish game, I try to get rich quick,
But I´m going insane,
The kind of freaks that hang out on 42nd Street
They´re all pimpin´ Judys and poppin´ speed, well
It´s a game of cat and mouse, and I think it´s got my soul,
I think it´s time for thinkin´ ´bout a time to roll on
Down the road

Here comes Big Mike, I kinda owe him some beans,
He must be crazy, I guess that´s why he´s so mean,
If I tell him I´m leavin´, he would sure enough split my gut,
Cause he knows I sold to a sucker, and I owe Big Mike a cut,
But I´ll slip him a 20-dollar bill till I get out of town,
When I hit those white lines, I´m gonna be gone like a
Greyhound down the road