It's a mighty long day, in the freight elevator, Say, "Hey there Dan, I'm gonna catch you later" As you were taking up the cases Of the man with alligator shoes. You can take it to the basement, ride it to the top Punching out the floor numbers, hitting all the stops Balling out the bell boy For creasing up the racing news Oh! The freight elevator, it's so good to ride. So far from the lobby on the other side. There's no sort of space, a stowaway can hide And the sign on the wall says "Just freight inside" They've got a hot band in residence Lights above the door "Come in every evening and swing with Artie Shaw" Seems the whole of 52nd street Is packing out that floor so tight They've got a young black vocalist, she's setting them on fire Singing voice like velvet Stretched out over wire Gonna hire in extra waitresses At least that's what I heard tonight It's got fresh bed linen For the 14th floor And a crate of canned grapefruit For the cold food store Pair of high heel shoes From a Denver man's door And that young black vocalist What's she riding for? Oh! The freight elevator, it's so good to ride So far from the lobby on the other side There's no sort of space, a stowaway can hide And the main elevator says "No blacks inside"