I got some so-called friends They'll smile right to my face But, when my back Is turned They'd like to bury me Without a trace Oh no no, oh no no There's only one thing I need to know Whose side are you on
I fly into J.F.K. My heart goes boom boom boom I know that customs man He's going to take me To that little room Oh no, no. Oh no, no There's only one thing I need to know Whose side are you on Whose side are you on
I got the paranoia blues From knockin' around In New York City Where they roll you for a nickel And they stick you for the extra dime
Anyway you choose You're bound to lose in New York City Oh I just got out in the nick of time Well I just got out in the nick of time
Once I was down in Chinatown I was eating some Lin's Chow Fon I happened to turn around And when I looked I see My Chow Fon's gone Oh no, no. Oh no, no There's only one thing I need to know Whose side are you on, whose side are you on There's only one thing I need to know Whose side, whose side, whose side