Those uptown suckers They're all my pals They pinch my bags And they pitch my gal They drink my beer Then call me a fag They are tough guys Yeah, they a wags
Those uptown suckers Got smiling hands They steal my T.V. Then cheer my band They spend my money And I am glad They're here to make history That's the plan
Those uptown suckers They're taking turns They light things up Just to see what burns They know what's what Yeah they're just the right blend They dig their own graves And hop right in
Those uptown suckers, they hop right in
