Did you ever just wanna lay down, tell the world you've had enough
Did you ever wanna drop out, when the goin' got a little bit rough
Have you ever walked the sidewalks hungry
Have you ever really had the blues
So now you want to see how the other half lives
Well, brother whatcha got to lose
Whatcha got to lose if you leave your home
And you never think think of ever goin' back
Your father's making money for the good of the country
And your momma's out bettin' at the track
Camptown ladies sing them songs, doo-daa, doo-daa
And now you're gonna let your hair grow long
Get a little pad up town
Throw away your checkbook and all your credit cards
And use your wits to get around
And you think it's gonna make you happy
See your story in the evening news
If you know it's just a game of tryin' to point the blame
Brother whatcha got to lose
Hey, lonely Rockefeller Square
The underground world don't fit a millionaire
Hey, Rocky, whatcha gonna do
First time you've ever had the pressure on you
But, Rock when the rockin' and the bummin' is through
There'll still be a piece of daddy's kingdom for you
Now, Rocky, ya' sure hurt ya' momma
And your daddy got an ulcer for you
With the stock market shot and the war's still hot
It sure was a cruel thing to do
So don't cry boy
Hey, lonely Rockefeller Square
The underground life don't fit a millionaire
Hey, Rocky, whatcha gonna do?
First time you ever had the pressure on you
But, Rock when the rockin' and the bummin' is through
There'll still be a piece of daddy's kingdom for you
Money to pay, money today, don't ya' go gay, Rocky better pray
Money today, money to pay, don't ya' go gay, Rocky better pray
Money today, money to pay, don't ya' go gay, Rocky better pray
Money today, money to pay, don't ya' go gay, Rocky better pray
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