[Chorus]
Gonna take a nitcomb
To get rid of me
Cause I just realized
That it was meant to be
And I'm singing
To all the torn betting slips
Flying around my feet
I'm talking to all the chewing gum
That's stuck everywhere on the street
And they're ringing the bells
All over the city
On a Saturday night
Nobody knows why
But they know its gonna be alright
[Chorus]
And I'm standing at the sale
Of the shoes of bankrupt men
I just had to buy a pair
To show I can live again
And they're ringing the bells
All over the city
On a Saturday night
Nobody knows why
But they know its gonna be alright
[Chorus]
And they're banging
On the sheets of metal and sheets of gold
And these were the finest shoes
That were ever sold
It's raining on roofs
And raining on drums
Love buys a six-pack
And gives it to the bums
And they're ringing the bells
All over the city
On a Saturday night
Nobody knows why
But they know its gonna be alright
