See the Chevys row on row going by you with the flow
As they carry all the driftwood to and fro
See a thousand lonely faces press a thousand window panes
Searching for a reason not to go
Oh, don't you go to Yonge Street
It's bound to waste your time
Don't you go to Yonge Street
It's bound to waste your time
Them fancy dressing ladies they sure look so fine
Damn near enough to drive a man insane
Find the only girls you know in an arcade picture show
Pay your dime and pretend they know your name
Don't you go to Yonge Street
It's bound to waste your time
Don't you go to Yonge Street
It's bound to waste your time
Well a man sure needs a woman to help him through the night
To keep him keeping on when time get rough
But if I feel tomorrow the way I feel tonight
I feel I'll probably feel I've had enough
I'll probably go to Yonge Street
Try to waste my time
Trying to waste my time
Waste more of my time