| Down down down town, east side of the river
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| Bowery boys are living off the street
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| There stands a stranger all dressed in black
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| He’s looking for someone — he’s gonna knife 'em in the back
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| Hit man, G-man, con man, watch it man, he might be from the CIA
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| Sneaky Pete’s using his feet, getting off the street 'cos
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| He’s got something to hide
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| Danger, there’s a stranger
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| Intruding in your own backyard
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| But stranger, there’s a danger
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| Don’t come across nobody hard
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| So tough mixing it rough down in Harlem
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| There’s no honky boys for miles around
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| But there’s that stranger all dressed in white
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| He’s looking for someone
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| He’s gonna show 'em the light, yeah
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| He’s gonna show 'em the light, oh yeah
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| Don’t feel safe using the face of Fifth Avenue
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| Pin stripe suits ain’t no disguise if you’re not a man that’s true
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| Hit man, G-man, con man, watch it man, he might be from the CIA
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| Sneaky Pete’s using his feet, getting off the street 'cos
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| He’s got something to hide
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| Danger, there’s a stranger
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| Intruding in your own backyard
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| But stranger, there’s a danger
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| Don’t come across nobody hard |