I wanna shake like Liguardia    Magic mouth in the sun    Train ride to the courtyard    Before you can run    Down at the end of Lonely Street    Where no one takes a walk    Someone lyin' at your feet    And someone's gettin' off       Just gimme some slack, yeah    Just gimme some slack    Just gimme, slack    That's all I want is slack       The seven floors of walkup    The odor musted cracks    And the peeping keyhole introverts    With the monkeys on their backs       And the rooftops strung with frauleins    The pastel pinned up sails    The eighteen color roses    Against your face so pale       A just gimme some slack, that's right    Uh gimme some slack    Gimme, slack, oo yeah    All I want is slack       I wanna float like Euripides    All visions intact    I'm alright with Fellini fiends    A trippin' over the track       Down at the end of Lonely Street    Where no one takes a chance    Someone's in the cheap light    Someone wants to dance       Just gimme some slack, that's right    All I want is slack    Oh, gimme, slack    All I want is slack       Gimme, slack    slack    Slack    Sssslack    Slack