Red Pants and the Sugarman in the Temple Street gloom
Drinkin' Chivas Regal in a four dollar room
Just another dead soldier in a powder blue night
Sugarman says, 'Baby everything's alright'
Goin' downtown down downtown, goin' down downtown

Montclaire De Havelin doin' the St. Vitus dance
Lookin' for someone to chop the lumber in his pants
How am I gonna unload all of this ice and all this mink
All the traffic in the street but it's so hard to think
Goin' downtown down downtown, goin' down downtown

Frankie's wearin' lipstick, Pierre Cardin
I swear to God I seen him holdin' hands with Jimmy Bond
Sally's high on crank and hungry for some sweets
Fem in the sheets but she's butch in the streets
Goin' downtown down downtown, goin' down downtown

It's the cool of the evening the sun's goin' down
I want to hold you in my arms I want to push you around
I want to break your bottle and spill out all your charms
Come on baby, we'll set off all the burglar alarms
Goin' downtown down downtown, goin' down downtown

Red Pants and the Sugarman in the Temple Street gloom
Are drinkin' Chivas Regal in a four dollar room
Just another dead soldier in a powder blue night
Red Pants turns to Sugarman and says, 'Everything's alright'
Goin' downtown down downtown, goin' down downtown