Down, down, downtown.
East side of the river,
Bowery boys
are living off the street.
Best man's a stranger,
all dressed in black.
He's the gift for someone,
he's gonna knife them in the back.
Hitman,
G-man,
Command,
Watch it man,
he might be from the CIA.
Speaking Pete,
using their speed,
getting off the street,
cause he's got something to hide.
Danger, there's a stranger,
intruding in your own backyard.
But stranger, there's a danger,
don't come across nobody hard.
So tough,
mixing it rough,
down in Harlem.
There's no honky boys,
for miles around.
But
there's that stranger,
all dressed in white.
He's looking for someone,
he's gonna show
on the light, yeah.
He's gonna show on the light, oh yeah.
Don't feel safe,
for using the face,
of this bad and new.
Pinstripe suits, ain't no disguise,
if you're not a man, that's true.
Hitman,
G-man,
Command,
Watch it man,
he might be from the CIA.
Speaking Pete, still using his feet,
getting off the street,
cause he's got something to hide.
Danger, there's a stranger,
intruding in your own backyard.
But stranger,
there's a danger,
don't come across nobody hard.