Those uptown s**ers They're all my pals They pinch my bags And they pitch my gal They drink my beer Then call me a f*g They are tough guys Yeah, they a wags Those uptown s**ers Got smiling hands They steal my T.V. Then cheer my band They spend my money And I am glad They're here to make history That's the plan Those uptown s**ers They're taking turns They light things up Just to see what burns They know what's what Yeah they're just the right blend They dig their own graves And hop right in Those uptown s**ers, they hop right in