Mary Ann on the avenue. Girl all dressed up in Kensington blue. Down where the hammer falls. She's born and bred within Whitetown walls. Each and every thing slowly passes away. She moves alone along the narrow street. From a passing car she hears the music play. Beneath the "El" she starts to sway. Down in Whitetown oh yeah. Down in Whitetown oh yeah. Down in Whitetown. Johnny's just trying to make his way. He's got a job but mister it don't pay. He sits and counts the scars. On a stool down the end of a Whitetown bar. And the old men here piss their lives away. Drinking and joking about their cop-fighting days. Ain't no answers here just the past and fear. Of spending the rest of your days. Down in Whitetown oh yeah. Down in Whitetown oh yeah. Down in Whitetown. Hoo hoo hoo hoo. Da da da. Hoo hoo hoo hoo. Ah ah ah. In a dream salvation comes with a beat. Or the sound of breaking glass and running feet. The beat that echoes down through the streets. Mary Ann dances on. Down in Whitetown oh yeah. Down in Whitetown. Down in Whitetown oh yeah. Down in Whitetown oh yeah. Down in Whitetown. Hoo hoo hoo hoo. Oh oh oh. Hoo hoo hoo hoo. Da da da. Hoo hoo hoo hoo