Caught in the Middle of a 3-Way Mix

That's Paul's Boutique Ask for Janice when you call there For the best in men's clothing Stop that train, I wanna get off Well, it's 4AM, I've got the Haffenreffer ale I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail Groggy eyed and fried, I'm headed for the station A D-train ride to Coney Island vacation Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the one train They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine And then I jump the turnstile because I can't afford a token Riding between the cars, pissin', smokin' Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout Policeman told my homeboy, put that crack out You know you light up when the lights go down And then you read the New York post, Fulton St., downtown Same faces every day, but you don't know their names Party people going placed on the D-train Stop that train, I wanna get off Trench coat, wing tip, going to work And you'll be pulling a train like Captain Kirk Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor Prostitutes spandex caught in the slide doors And now you're stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity Sweating like swine in a flophouse fraternity Fifty dollar fine, I'm disturbing the peace The neck, turtle, the lease, creased Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin' Friday night and Jamaica, Queens funkin' Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm Bust into the conductor's booth and bustin' out rhymes Over the loud speaker about hard times Sat across from a man readin' El Diario Riding the train down from the El Barrio Went from the station straight to Orange Julius I bought a hot dog from man George Drakoulias