Goin' under Rats In The Cellar. Goin' under skin's turnin' yellow. Nose is runny losin' my connection. Losin' money getting no affection. New York City blues. East side West side lose. Throw me in the slam. Catch me if you can. Believe. That you're wearing. Tearing me apart. Safe complaining 'casue everything's rotten. Go insanin' and ain't a thing forgotten. Feelin' cozy Rats In The Cellar. Cheeks are rosy skin's turning yellow. Lose it's party lookin' rather lazy. See my body pushin up a-daisies. New York City blues. East side west side lose. Throw me in the slam. Catch me if you can. Believe. That you're wearing.