Union Square - Tom Waits

Well time is always money

For the boys at Union Square

You can bust your ass till doomsday

But don’t forget to say your prayers

Someone’s got a wad on the backstreet.

Sacco got a bran’new slack

And your baby is handcuffed on the front seat

You just sit right there, boy and relax

I’m goin’down down down

I’m goin’down down down

I’m goin’down down down

I’m goin’down down town

Well they spill out of the Cinema 14

To that drag bar there on the block

Best live show by far in the whole east coast

With a bank rolled up in your sock

She stand right there for your pleasure

Half Puerto Rican Chinese

You got to find your baby somebody to measure

I’m goin’to get me some of these baby.

Four in the mornin’on a Sunday

Sacco Drinkin’whiskey in church

Half pint festival brandy

That boy 'bout to fall right off his perch

The guy in the sweaters off duty

Out in front of the welfare hotel

The guy in the dress is a beauty

Go all the way and I swear you never can tell