Did ya ever just wanna lay down, tell the world ya had enough Did ya ever just wanna drop out, when the goin' got a little bit rough Have you ever walked the sidewalks hungry Have you ever really had the blues? So now you wanna see how the other half lived Well, brother what ya got to lose? Whatcha got to lose if you leave your home And you never think think of ever goin' back Your father's making money for the good of the country And your moma's out bettin' at the track Camptown ladies sing them songs, doo-daa, doo-daa And now you're gonna let your hair grow long Get a little pad up town Throw away your checkbook and all your credit cards And use your wits to get around And you think it's gonna make you happy See your story in the evening news If you know it's just a game of tryin' to point the blame Brother, whatcha got to lose? Hey, lonely Rockefeller Square The underground world don't fit a millionaire Hey, Rocky, whatcha gonna do First time you ever had the pressure on you Hey, rock when the rockin' and the bombin' is through There'll still be a piece of daddy's kingdom for you Now Rocky ya sure hurt ya mama And your daddy got an ulcer over you With the stock market shot and the war still hot It sure was a cruel thing to do So don't cry, boy Hey, lonely Rockefeller Square The underground life don't fit a millionaire Hey, Rocky, whatcha gonna do? First time you ever had the pressure on you Rock when the rockin' and the bombin' is through There'll still be a piece of daddy's kingdom for you Money to pay, money today, don't ya go gay, Rocky better pray Money today, money to pay, don't ya go gay, Rocky better pray Money to pay, money today, don't ya go gay, Rocky better pray Money today, money to pay, don't ya go gay, Rocky better pray