Wrong Side Of The Tracks - Little Caesar

Come on!

Whoa!

Tryin' to make a silk purse

From a drunken pig, now

Just because the masses do it

Don’t mean that it’s hip

You can lead a whore to culture

But you cannot make her think

You can try to give her champagne

But a beer’s her favorite drink

Baby, you are outta luck

Baby, don’t cha know that I’m…

Stuck on

The wrong side of the tracks

When ya cross them, sugar

You can’t ever go back

Class I got a ton of

Even though it’s all low, now

When it comes to bad behavior

You know I steal the show, huh!

Like to scare the next door neighbors

Bring the property values down

What was once a little mansion

Well, it seems so damned rundown

Baby, you are outta luck

Baby, don’t cha know that I’m…

Stuck on

The wrong side of the tracks

When ya cross them, sugar

You can’t ever go back, whoa!

If the music makes me money

And it brings me lots of cash

Well, the people at the country club

Will they call me nouveau trash

Because I pull up on my Harley

Not a Jaguar or a Benz

I’ll be tearin' up the golf course

With all my drunken friends

Baby, you are outta luck

Yes, you are, yes, you are, yes, you are

Baby, don’t cha know that I’m…

Stuck on

The wrong side of the tracks

When ya cross them, honey

You, can’t ever go back

Yeah, I’m stuck on

The wrong side of the tracks

Wrong side of the tracks, wrong side of the tracks

Wrong side of the tracks, wrong side of the tracks…