Goin' under...rats are in the cellar Goin' under...skin is turnin' yella Nose is runny...losin' my connection Losin' money...gettin' no affection New York City blues East side, west side blues Throw me in the slam Catch me if you can Believe That you're wearin', tearin' me apart Safe complainin'...'cause everything's rotten Go insanin'...and ain't a thing forgotten Feelin' cozy...rats are in the cellar Cheeks're rosy...skin's turnin' yella Lucy, Sally...lookin' rather lazy See my body...pushin' up a-daisies