Down And Out In New York City - James Brown, The J.B.'s

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