Six months out on the road  Don't know if I'm ever goin' home  Out there in the middle of America  Out of my head, feelin' hysterical  Wishin' that I was back in New York  Playin' in Reilly's on a Saturday night  Man on the phone says "I ain't jokin'"  Would yez ever come and play for us out in Hoboken?"    So we hop in the van and we drive overnight  Goin' to sweet New Jersey, startin' to feel alright  But the word is out that the boys are back in town  30,000 Paddies start gettin' on down  When we hit the stage, police chief goes nuts  What the hell am I gonna do with 30,000 drunks  He say "stop the music, I'm in charge"  Then he goes and he shut down alla the bars    I don't care if you got the blues  Just keep the hell off my green suede shoes  You can do anything you choose  But don't go messin' up my green suede, green suede shoes    Then we're comin' from Providence late one night  3 hours from home, hey life is alright  We're discussin' the demise of T Rex  Next thing we know the van is up on its ass  The windows are smashed, we're bouncin' off the Turnpike  The troopers come and haul us off the black ice  One says "Hi, my name is Kevin  It's a pleasure to meet you - Black 47"    So we're doin' Letterman, Leno and O'Brien  200 gigs a year and I'm outa my mind  We got our picture in Time Magazine  Hey, babe, I'm livin' the American Dream  Then a lawyer called up about Bridie and the baby  Wants to sue my ass for doin' the Funky Ceili  And I just got a message from a brother of Maria  "C'mon out to Bensonhurst, we all want a piece of ya"    But the more I play the deeper I'm in debt  If we ever get a hit, I'll be out on the street  I never knew I had so many friends  I'm gonna run against Rudy when this whole thing ends  I got lawyers and accountants up the kazoo  Managers and agents tellin' me what to do  With the money I'm eventually gonna make  But can you loan me a token - get me to the next gig