Yea thought I'd find a rhythm in the junkie town Thought I'd find a rhythm when the junkies hang around
Thought I'd go out walking to the junkie kind of beat Setting on those bars that the junkies meet And whatcha knowing before you's a doin' The things they's a-knowing You pawn your coat and your car Pawned your cigar and your old guitar You pawned your guitar and your saxophone You're pawning everything in your mother's home
'cause it's a junkie slip! Like Johnny did the stroll And you know it feels alright But what's that feeling on a Saturday night?
You're itching itching itching in your pillow in the day You're itching itching itching and you gave your coat away Itching itching itching and then in your sleeping bag There's a little packet that you thought you never had
And an old spoon cooky cooky cooky kooky afternoon All afternoon and in the middle of the night
You're worse for the difference and it don't sleep tight Don't pull the curtains fon't put on the light See-see-see-'cause it's a junkie slip! Yeh Edi-Edi-Edi-Yeh Edi-Juan Him going to live with Indian Come in the car, it's an old machine Riding from Brookway on a magazine Be on that corner with a magazine
Do ya do ya do ya follow your friends? Do I hear you saying that you're going back again? But did it ah did it did it ever end? Don't ask me when on a Wednesday night Don't ask me when on a Thursday night I said oh? Who the hell are you? You said oh! Well you met me