Vs. 1

I get that feeling we'll be tradin' up

In after hours you can fill my cup

Four o'clock we'll all be feelin' swell

I just can't wait to hear that closing bell

B side

But ain't no time to take it nice and slow

My heart is racin' from the order flow

I'm on the offer and I'm fellin' strange

Down on the New York Stock Exchange



Vs. 2

Send me for coffee, send me out for tea

Them talkin' heads are on C.N.B.C.

We'll all go drinking till a quarter to ten

And in the mornin' we can do it again

B side

But baby needs another pair of shoes

If I could only shake these Wall St. Blues

Better hang on to your pocket change

Down on the New York Stock Exchange



Vs. 3

I'm tired of parking at the south seaport

The street is long, but I'm goin' short

My bald head tells me, I'm over the hill

2 shots of whiskey, and another pill

B side

But all these voices runnin' through my head

I can't remember what the dealer said

Some people fade but something's never change

Down on the New York Stock Exchange