Words & music by paul simon      I got some so-called friends   They'll smile right to my face   Oh, when my back is turned   They'd like to stick it to me   Yes they would   Oh no no, oh no no   There's only one thing I need to know   Whose side are you on?       I fly into j.f.k.   My heart goes boom boom boom   I know that customs man   He's going to take me   To that little room   Oh no no. oh no, no   There's only one thing I need to know   Whose side are you on, whose side are you on?       I got the paranoia blues   Fnom knockin' around in new york city   Where they roll you for a nickel   And they stick you for the extra dime      Anyway you choose   You're bound to lose in new york city   Oh, I just got out in the nick of time   Well, I just got out in the nick of time      Once I was down in chinatown   I was eating some lin's chow fon   I happened to turn around   And when I looked I see   My chow fon's gone   Oh no, no, oh no, no   There's only one thing I need to know   Whose side are you on, whose side are you on?    Well, there's only one thing I need to know   Whose side, whose side, whose side?