Pull Over

I got some money- he knows a guy
A cat across town under a Brooklyn sky
Twenties of blow right over the bar
Cool your jets- it ain’t that far
So ride on, ride on, ride on- we’ll soon be there
So ride on, ride on, ride on- we’ll soon be there
See them highbrow sisters in their mother-milk gloves
With their no-neck gangsters, hungry for love?
Stereo’s broken, sharin' headphones
Keep your high-hats open, and leave us alone
Pull over to the kerb and let the sirens go by
Pull over to the kerb and let the sirens go by
So ride on, ride on, ride on- we’ll soon be there
So ride on, ride on, ride on- we’ll soon be there
What is this country, the stripes and the stars?
Twenties of blow right over the bar
Stereo’s broken, sharin' headphones
Keep your high-hats open and leave us alone
Pull over to the kerb and let the sirens go by
Pull over to the kerb and let the sirens go by
So ride on, ride on, ride on- we’ll soon be there
So ride on, ride on, ride on- we’ll soon be there
Pull over to the kerb and let the sirens go by