Shakedown on 9th Street

Head on down to 9th

Street, gal

Let's go out kicking with the boys and the gals

Wear your dress and bring my ring

Someone's gonna get it, ain't gonna be me

Lucy, Lucy, my gal(Lucy, Lucy, my gal)

Lucy, Lucy, my sweet(Lucy, Lucy, my sweet)

Lucy, Lucy, my gal(Lucy, Lucy, my gal)

I was just gonna hit him

But I'm gonna kill him now

We all met about half past three

Lucy, she was rocking by my kicking machine

Too many straits and not enough grease

That's when

Lucy got it in the chest

I thinkLucy,

Lucy, my gal(Lucy, Lucy, my gal)

Lucy, Lucy, my sweet(Lucy, Lucy, my sweet)

Lucy, Lucy, my gal(Lucy, Lucy, my gal)

I was just gonna hit him

But I'm gonna kill him now

They started fighting,

I was screaming for him

Boots all dirty, ***y and thin

Then on come the lights from the straits in their cars

I was just a laughing when

I hit the floor

Lucy, Lucy, my gal(Lucy, Lucy, my sweet)

Lucy, Lucy, my sweet(Lucy, Lucy, my gal)

Lucy, Lucy, my gal(Lucy, Lucy, my gal)

I was just gonna hit him

But I'm gonna kill him now