"Do it on the microphone, thank you,
Gerald" (you have to turn it up way
loud to hear this)

Sitting here is really bringing me down
I think I'll get up and go downtown
Have a drink and maybe look up a friend
To talk the hours away and hope the night will never end.

Look in my pockets to see what I've got
I count my money, I don't have a lot
The situation is always the same
I've got to get out of here, this place is driving me insane.

Hold on, I'm getting the new street blues.

About a year ago, I knocked on this door
I asked my friend if I could sleep on the floor
He took me in, said I was welcome to stay
I told him then that I was going to pay him back someday.

He took me in and all he asked was a song
It didn't sound me when I knew it was wrong
It got so bad that we were drunk every night
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/XGGAnd I'd pretend that come tomorrow
night things would be alright.

Hold on, I'm getting the new street blues.

Sitting here is really bringing me down
I think I'll get up and go downtown
Have a drink and maybe look up a friend
To talk the hours away and hope the night will never end.

Look in my pockets to see what I've got
I count my money, I don't have a lot
The situation is always the same
I've got to get out of here, this place is driving me insane.

Hold on, I'm getting the new street blues.

Electric Guitar: Roger Brown
Keyboards: Tom Parker
Bass: Gary Taylor
Drums: Henry Spinetti
Lead Vocals: Gerry Rafferty
Backing Vocals: Gerry Rafferty / Joe Egan