Underground Town - The Toasters

There’s a family, they’re selling shoes,

A skinny white kid playin' the blues.

Crazy lady, hands in the air,

Tired suits just sit and stare.

There’s a body, he’s on the floor,

Bunch of kids keep holding the door.

Nervous nun with a heavy bag,

Shakes her head at the man in drag.

In the Underground Town

Ridin' on the subway, in New York City.

Underground Town,

That’s where I wanna be.

Step inside and watch your feet

Catch the 'F' on Bleecker Street.

Every language known on earth,

You will get your money’s worth.

In the Underground Town

Ridin' on the subway, in New York City.

Underground Town,

That’s where I wanna be.

Down the Underground Town

Ridin' on the subway, in New York City.

In the Underground Town,

That’s where I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be.

Step inside and watch your feet,

Take your time down on Bleecker Street.

Every language known to man,

How will you ever understand?

It’s the Underground Town

You’re ridin' on the subway, in New York City.

Underground Town,

That’s where I wanna be.

In the Underground Town

Ridin' down the subway, in New York City.

It’s a Underground Town,

That’s where I wanna be, wanna be.

Yeah!

Underground Town,

I’m ridin' down the subway, that’s New York City.

Underground Town,

That’s where I wanna be.

Down the underground Town,

I’m ridin' down the subway, in New York City.

Underground Town,

That’s where I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be.