Down And Out In New York City

Say brother, can I borrow a thin brother You know, a dime? Say it, say it, say it sis I'd sure like to have this little dime for me So I can get this cup of coffee Cop me a snack, somethin' I guess I better quit tryin' to be hip and get on down Yea man, like, you know I was born in New York City on a Monday It seems I was out shinin' shoes 'bout two to noon All the fat cats, in the bad hats doing me a real big favor Got the fat cats, in the bad hats laying it on real good Here's a dime boy, give me a shine boy When the cold wind comes, it live at New York City And the street's no place to be but there you are So you try hard, or you die hard No one really gives a good damn You try hard, and you die hard No one gives a damn Here's a dime boy, give me a shine boy [?] in New York City Ain't no way to be, but where can you go? When you're down and out in New York City I'm never, never, never gonna get that way again, ow No, no, no No, no, not me When you need a friend [?] When you want a friend Gonna get myself together 'til the mornin' Gonna leave it all and a one bad dream All the fat cats, in the bad hats doing me a real big favor Got the fat cats, in the bad hats, laying it on real good Here's a dime boy, give me a shine boy, wow, ow, yeah Give me a shine boy --- Down and Out in New York City - James Brown