Gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me 
Cos I just realized that it was meant to be 
And I'm singing to all the torn betting slips 
Flying around my feet 
I'm talking to all the chewing gum 
That's stuck everywhere on the street 
And they're ringing the bells all over the city on a 
Saturday night 
Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright 
Cos it's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me 
Cos I just realized that it was meant to be 
I'm standing at the sale of the shoes of bankrupt men 
I just had to buy a pair to show 
I can live again 
They're ringing the bells all over the city on a 
Saturday night 
Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright 
It's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me 
Cos I just realized that it was meant to be 
And they're banging on the sheets of metal, sheets of gold 
And these were the finest shoes that were ever sold 
Raining on roofs, raining on drums 
Love buys a six-pack and gives it to the bums 
They're ringing on the bells in the city on a 
Saturday night 
Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright