Well they took me out on the old Kings Road
I didn't know which way to go
There were people all around wearing funny looking clothes
Some boys, some girls some I don't know
Well the talk on the street
Says you might go solo
A good friend of mine
Saw you leaving out the back door
I need to know
I need to know
If you think you're gonna leave
Then you better say so
Little Joe never once gave it away
Everybody had to pay and pay
A hustle here and a hustle there
New York City is the place where
They say hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
Well now we're respected in society
We don't worry about the things
that we used to be
We're taking heroin with the President
It's a problem sir, but it can't be bent