We’ve been in, down and out, man
Beat myself into the future
Knew it ’cause I feel rich trash
Man, you don’t know what kind all that’s about
I’m mad as I wanna be
I’m there already

NYC: 1999!
NYC: 1999!
NYC: 1999!
Alright!

Word travels as a train
The newspapers are full of crap
Line stretching round the block
Hey man, it was never like that
Mad as I wanna be
I’m already there, already

NYC: 1999!
NYC: 1999!
NYC: 1999!
Ow!