Let me show you where the cool kids go at night,
after working at the factory.
No there's not a lot of culture around here.
So we go down to the warehouse down the street.
Where the Girls
wear mostly black
and the boys
wear mostly black.
And the girls
are New York chic.
And the boys
are New York geek.
I tell you it's perfect down here, perfect.
Perfect down here. Perfect.
Let me take you to where Brooklyn's on the wall
and a hundred cans of Pabst are on the floor.
There's no worry 'cause no one dances well.
So, we stand around and analyze the beats.
Where the Girls
wear mostly black
and the boys
wear stupid hats.
And the girls
are New York chic.
And the boys
are New York geek.
I tell you it's perfect down here, perfect.
Perfect down here. Perfect.
There's a stair we we'll discuss Godard
until the sun explodes inside
and The Scene that Celebrates
Itself can never ever die.
We will toast King Tubby till our cans are smashed
and then we'll fall outside.
And the boys will puke and sleep in the trash
and dream about
Where the Girls
wear mostly black
and the boys
wear stupid hats.
And the girls
are New York chic.
And the boys
are New York geek.
I tell you it's perfect down here, perfect.
Perfect down here. Perfect.