Song parody of
Downtown Dirt [Bonus Track] [*]
by Lou Reed
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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
A mattress is 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
Your bed is soiled, your linen is drab
You got crabs.
The things they sell you, your credit cards
I love you for it
I love you for it
I sell you sugar.
I'm a humanitarian
I give it all to myself that way you're clean
And I stay out of debt
Huh
And psychologically
You know, hey, psychologically
It's better, ah, 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 that think that I'm dirt
Hey, don't you like to have some dirt
That's all it's worth its just dirt
Cheap
Cheap damn dirt
Hey Pam, dirt
Cheap, dirt, worth dirt
Uptown dirt
Dirt
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
A mattress is 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
Your bed is soiled, your linen is drab
You got crabs.
The things they sell you, your credit cards
I love you for it
I love you for it
I sell you sugar.
I'm a humanitarian
I give it all to myself that way you're clean
And I stay out of debt
Huh
And psychologically
You know, hey, psychologically
It's better, ah, 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 that think that I'm dirt
Hey, don't you like to have some dirt
That's all it's worth its just dirt
Cheap
Cheap damn dirt
Hey Pam, dirt
Cheap, dirt, worth dirt
Uptown dirt
Dirt
