Riding on the Subway
The Harlem mamas, they are laughing
They call me punk rock, think they're cute
The pizza boys, they keep on starin'
I guess they finally made it off their stoops
I don't even know and I don't even care
I don't even know and I don't even care
I don't even know and I don't even care, oh yeah
Since I've been hanging 'round
Machines go up and down
Spray paint gospel on the beat
Another billboard reads
"Come to Miami Beach"
A man sells pretzels in the heat
Riding on the subway
Saints and sinners, sweepstake winners
Nine to five their smoking gun
Jazzman Jimmy's busked a million
He sometimes plays Duke Ellington for fun
I don't even know and I don't even care
I don't even know and I don't even care
I don't even know and I don't even care, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Since I've been hanging 'round
In the underground
One day I saw you in your seat
Past the transit cops
A three-card monte box
If I only had the guts to speak
Riding on the subway
Mother told me yesterday
The things that God would never say before
We'll hang around the radio
And listen to the status quo go on
I'm all right until Sunday night when
I keep going down
Took the local route
A soul confession in my sleep
Ain't no wishing well
Underneath the L
I still hope someday we might meet
Riding on the subway
Riding on the subway
They call me punk rock, think they're cute
The pizza boys, they keep on starin'
I guess they finally made it off their stoops
I don't even know and I don't even care
I don't even know and I don't even care
I don't even know and I don't even care, oh yeah
Since I've been hanging 'round
Machines go up and down
Spray paint gospel on the beat
Another billboard reads
"Come to Miami Beach"
A man sells pretzels in the heat
Riding on the subway
Saints and sinners, sweepstake winners
Nine to five their smoking gun
Jazzman Jimmy's busked a million
He sometimes plays Duke Ellington for fun
I don't even know and I don't even care
I don't even know and I don't even care
I don't even know and I don't even care, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Since I've been hanging 'round
In the underground
One day I saw you in your seat
Past the transit cops
A three-card monte box
If I only had the guts to speak
Riding on the subway
Mother told me yesterday
The things that God would never say before
We'll hang around the radio
And listen to the status quo go on
I'm all right until Sunday night when
I keep going down
Took the local route
A soul confession in my sleep
Ain't no wishing well
Underneath the L
I still hope someday we might meet
Riding on the subway
Riding on the subway
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Malin
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