You must pick up one or the other
 Though neither of them are to be what they claim
 If you’re lookin’ to get silly
 You better go back to from where you came
 Because the cops don’t need you
 And man they expect the same
 
 Now all the authorities
 They just stand around and boast
 How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
 Into leaving his post
 And picking up Angel who
 Just arrived here from the coast
 Who looked so fine at first
 But left looking just like a ghost
 
 I started out on burgundy
 But soon hit the harder stuff
 Everybody said they’d stand behind me
 When the game got rough
 But the joke was on me
 There was nobody even there to call my bluff
 I’m going back to New York City
 I do believe I’ve had enough