♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Red pants and the sugar man and the temple street gloom Drinking sherbet wriggled in a four dollar room Just another dead soldier in a powder blue night Sugar man says baby everything's alright Going downtown, downtown, downtown Going downtown, downtown ♪ Mon Clady Highland doing the Sweeney Bodies dance Looking for someone to chop the lumber in his pants How am I gonna unload all of his ice and all of his mink All the traffic in the street But it's so hard to think Going downtown, downtown, downtown Going downtown, downtown ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Frag is wearing lipstick for your car dial I swear to God I seen him holding hands with Jimmy Bond Sally's high on crank and hungry for some sweets She's a femme in the sheets but she's butch in the streets Going downtown, downtown, downtown Going downtown, downtown ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ It's the cool of the evening and the sun's going down I wanna hold you in my arms, I wanna push you around I wanna break your bottle and spill out all the time Come on baby, set all the regular alarms Going downtown, downtown, downtown Going downtown, downtown ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Red Vans and the Sugar Man and the Temple Street Gloom Drinking shivers wriggled in a four dollar room Just another dead soldier in a powder blue night Red Vans and the Sugar Man says everything's alright ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Going downtown, downtown, downtown Going downtown, downtown Going downtown, downtown, downtown Going downtown, downtown ♪