Showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends When you pass them at night Under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes, glazing under Oh, you wouldn't want an

Take yourself a friend Keep 'em till the end Whether woman or man It makes you feel so good Well, I'm looking at you And I'm wondering what you're gonna do Looks like you got no friends No one to stick with you till the end