I woke up with all my clothes on,
Cigarette smoke in my hair,
Unglued my eyes and saw a dirty room,
Spilling ashtray by my bed
Empty bottle on the chair

No one else was there

I was ready in two minutes flat
Just washed my face and combed my hair
I had an eight-twenty-five train to catch
I was out there,
Flying thought the front door
Then I hit the air!

No you! No you! No you! No you!
No you, no you, no you!

I was sucked into the subway
Like an ant into a hole
I stood in the crowded carriage
Shoulder to shoulder
The wheels began to roll
A tattoo in my soul

I do not lack good companions
To pick a man up when he's down
We go to the track on Saturdays
Spread our money 'round
I go up and down
And every single sound says
No you! No you! No you! No you!
No you, no you, no you!

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Writer(s): PAUL MAURICE KELLY