text: Red Pants and the Sugarman in the Temple Street gloom
  Drinkin Chivas Regal in a four-dollar room
  Just another dead soldier in a powder-blue light
  Sugarman says, baby, everythings alright
  Goin downtown down downtown
  Goin down downtown
  Montclaire de Havelin doin the St. Vitus dance
  Lookin for someone to chop the lumber in his pants
  How am I gonna unload all of this ice and all this mink?
  All the traffic in the street, but its so hard to think
  Goin downtown down downtown
  Goin down downtown
  Frankies wearin lipstick, Pierre Cardin
  I swear to god I seen him holdin hands with Jimmy Bond
  Sallys high on crank and hungry for some sweets
  Fem in the sheets, but shes butch in the streets
  Goin downtown down downtown
  Goin down downtown
  Its the cool of the evening, the suns goin down
  I want to hold you in my arms, I want to push you around
  I wanna break your bottle and spill out all your charms
  Come on baby, well set off all the burglar alarms
  Goin downtown down downtown
  Goin down downtown
  Red Pants and the Sugarman in the Temple Street gloom
  Are drinkin Chivas Regal in a four-dollar room
  Just another dead soldier in a powder-blue night
  Red Pants says to Sugarman, said everythings alright
  Goin downtown down downtown
  Goin down downtown