Red Pants and the Sugarman in the Temple Street gloom Drinkin' Chivas Regal in a four dollar room Just another dead soldier in a powder blue night Sugarman says baby, everything's alright
Goin' downtown, down downtown Goin' down downtown
Montclaire de Havelin doin' the St. Vitus dance Lookin' for someone to chop the lumber in his pants How am I gonna unload all of this ice and all this mink All the traffic in the street, but it's so hard to think
Goin' downtown, down downtown Goin' down downtown
Frankie's wearin' lipstick, Pierre Cardin I swear to God I seen him holdin' hands with Jimmy Bond Sally's high on crank and hungry for some sweets Fem in the sheets but she's butch in the streets
Goin' downtown, down downtown Goin' down downtown
It's the cool of the evening, the sun's goin' down I want to hold you in my arms, I want to push you around I wanna break your bottle and spill out all your charms Come on baby, we'll set off all the burglar alarms
Goin' downtown, down downtown Goin' down downtown
Red Pants and the Sugarman in the Temple Street gloom Are drinkin' Chivas Regal in a four dollar room Just another dead soldier in a powder blue night Red Pants says to Sugarman, said everything's alright