Goes on in Spanish HarlemnGoes on in PoughkeepsienPeople slip awaynnHit me in the armnJust please do it swiftlynWe ain't got all day, yeahnnOne more coat of armsnEvery business weeklynWhat's Amanda say?nnIt's not that I'm so strongnI never knew what hit menSince you came to stay, yeahnnSpeared and flayednBurnt and bleeding, nI'll catch up some dayn'Til tomorrow's bruises go awaynAnd the grass is turning into haynI'll be glad to be your extra bladennGoes on in Spanish HarlemnGoes on in PoughkeepsienLost my grip todaynnHere to staynLeast until it's time to go awaynWalking masterpiece of remembered painnThis teeming life has got you in it's waynAnd I'm proud to be your lump of clay