[Music intro with harmonica]I got stuck in paradiseI'm free in my headChanged my attitudeAnd my head's turned dredI just met Mickey MaloneyOn the beach down the shoreSaid to call him in New YorkAnd come knock on some doorsI thought it was kindIt's not on my mindI'm sitting hereDoin some quality time[Music bridge and harmonica and lead guitar]This one's for them babies bigots?In Madison AvenueIn their stretch limosinesAnd three page contracts tooAnd the ? hair of the trendies?Who didn't have a clueAnd if they did, didn't know what to doAnd for my buddies in freight elevatorsAnd 8th AvenueWith their flight-cases and axesAnd their tokens tooIntelligenesShow shredded jeans [dreams]?But still survived by gigs and scenesAnd for Bob and they boysDown in Washington squareI miss you all, I just wish you were hereI got stuck in paradiseI'm free in my headChanged my attitudeAnd my head's turned dredI just met Mickey MaloneyOn the beach down the shoreSaid to call him in New YorkAnd come knock on some doorsI thought it was kindIt's not on my mindI'm sitting hereDoin some quality time[Music to end]
