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