Slade - Big Apple Blues lyrics

City streets where the steam and the heat never goes to sleep What a sight all the yellow and tans and the black and whites There's also a dark shade of blue struttin' along two by two Their guns hangin' low like the cowboys you dig in the old gunfights But still I got hooked on them big apple blues And I got hung up on them big apple blues And I got strung up on them big apple blues I ain't got nothin' to lose Them hot licks from the hicks satisfy the Manhattan chicks Them cool schmucks get their hooks on the bucks with their s**y looks They all know how to do what good little girls shouldn't do I don't care 'bout evasion cos all o' that ha**le s**s But still I got hooked on them big apple blues And I got hung up on them big apple blues And I got strung up on them big apple blues I ain't got nothin' to lose I got got turned on - I got got turned on - I got got turned on - I got got turned on I got got turned on - I got got turned on - I got got turned on - I got got turned on I got got turned on - I got got hooked on - I got got switched on - I got got turned on I got got turned on - I got got hooked on - I got got switched on - I got got turned on yeah City streets where the steam and the heat never goes to sleep And city walls standing tall if you fall no-one hears you call There are bodies all filled up with wine sayin' buddy have you got a dime The apple ain't bad it's just bruised and I'm glad that it's there at all But still I got hooked on them big apple blues And I got hung up on them big apple blues I got strung on switched on hooked on them big apple blues I got hooked on snooked on cooked on them big apple blues Why I got to hang on to hang on to hang on to hang on to them blues Why I got hooked on cooked on snooked on them big apple blues And I got hooked on them big apple blues I ain't got nothin' to lose