Flew to New York City
Guitar in hand
Me and Johnny gonna sell our souls to the man
Out the window
It all goes
Out the window
It all goes
Out the window
To the street
Twenty-seven stories is oh so high
Manager was sorry and so was I
Out the window
It all goes
Out the window
It all goes
Out the window
To the street
Sushi and saki bombs
All was each...??
Throw me over mama I've got to be
Twenty-seven bottles
Four CDs
Sixteen cans of mickeys?
And one TV
Out the window
It all goes
Out the window
It all goes
Out the window
To the street
Let me go
