Close my eyes For the big surprise Make a wisher look around Spinning 'round Down in New York town And everything just seems all wrong Police man Wanna shake my hand Ask me how I feel today I said I'm doing fine But my friend and I Do believe we lost our way Coming down Don't count unless you mean it Back, get back to it Back, get back to it Getting down Don't count unless you feel it Back, get back to it Back, get back to it k**ing time On your daddy's dime Gonna make you a man someday I grab my coat And she grabs her coke The disco's just two blocks away Uncle Sam Wanna shake my hand Tell me "Son, you're doing just fine" Hey, thanks man But you don't understand All I do is waste my time Coming down Don't count unless you mean it Back, get back to it Back, get back to it Getting down Don't count unless you feel it Back, get back to it Back, get back to it It's such a gas When you're living fast And your friends don't know your name Spinning 'round Down in District town I do believe I lost my way Coming down Don't count unless you mean it Back, get back to it Back, get back to it Getting down Don't count unless you feel it Back, get back to it Back, get back to it