It's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me Cause I just realized that it was meant to be I'm singing to all the torn betting slips flying around my feet I'm talking to all the chewing gum that's stuck everywhere on the street
And they're ringing the bells all over the city On a Saturday night Nobody knows why But they know it's gonna be alright
Cause it's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me Cause I just realized that it was meant to be And I'm standing at a sale of the shoes of bankrupt men I just had to buy a pair to show life can live again
They're ringing the bells all over the city On a Saturday night Nobody knows why But they know it's gonna be alright
Cause it's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me Cause I just realized that it was meant to be
And they're banging on sheets of metal and sheets of gold These are the finest shoes that were ever sold Raining on roofs, raining on drums Love buys a six-pack and gives it to the bums
They're ringing all the bells in the city On a Saturday night Nobody knows why But they know it's gonna be alright