Picking up pieces of information Down on the docks Picking up pieces of information about you And how to pick locks Scouting around on the Lower East Side and matresses in the rain Those uptown ladies with their uptown coats Come down here to get laid It's a boring macho trip And I'm the type that fascinates Hey, Mrs Pamela Brown, how's the Dakota? You're twenty eight years old and your face has been lifted But you still look so much older You been desoiled and your linen is drab, You've got the crabs The things they sell you Your credit cards I love you for it I love you for it Sell your sugar I'm a humanitarian I give it all to myself That way you're clean And I stay out of debt And psychologically you know Hey, psychologically it's better that I think that I'm dirt Psychologically it's better that I think that I'm dirt Don't you know it's better to think I'm dirt Don't you like to have some dirt That all it's worth it's just dirt Cheap Cheap damn dirt Hey Pam, dirt Cheap dirt Dirt Uptown dirt Dirt