Uptown Suckers

Those uptown suckers

They're all my pals

They pinch my bags

And they pitch my gal

They drink my beer

Then call me a fag

They are tough guys

Yeah, they a wags

Those uptown suckers

Got smiling hands

They steal my T.V

Then cheer my band

They spend my money

And I am glad

They're here to make history

That's the plan

Those uptown suckers

They're taking turns

They light things up

Just to see what burns

They know what's what

Yeah they're just the right blend

They dig their own graves

And hop right in

Those uptown suckers, they hop right in