The Idiot Kings

Everything is going up.

Everything is going up.

Everything is going as planned, yeah.

Everything moves along.

Everything is fine, fine, fine.

Oh I could be

Condemned to Hell for every sin but littering.

I could

Slip on the East River and crash into Queens all skittering.

I've seen the

Cops and the robbers, and I know they dance the same.

I've seen a

Half a zillion girls and haven't spoken to a single one of them.