Things are getting kind of shaky up in Harlem crack-heads are falling through the banisters and the articles of college prima donnas keep me from noticing the flowers But oh my brother, tell me when will we let it all go? if you prefer to wear your head outside-in ) you know you're gonna do a lot of crying Ohh oh oh oh oh Oh oh ohh, oh oh oh ohh So you stumble your way into a Mcdonald's order a number five, it's criminal Somewhere children are behaving in a garden fill up the ocean with a thimble But oh my brother, can we tell all the girls to go home? if you prefer to wear your head outside-in ) you know you're gonna do a lot of crying