Out The Window

Flew to New York City
Guitar in hand
Me and Johnny gonna sell our souls to the man

Out the window
It all goes
Out the window
It all goes
Out the window
To the street

Twenty-seven stories is oh so high
Manager was sorry and so was I

Out the window
It all goes
Out the window
It all goes
Out the window
To the street

Sushi and saki bombs
All was each...??
Throw me over mama I've got to be

Twenty-seven bottles
Four CDs
Sixteen cans of mickeys?
And one TV

Out the window
It all goes
Out the window
It all goes
Out the window
To the street

Let me go