I'm out in the wild and wicked world drunk again without a girl like a sailor in a bar I'm all dressed up and going nowhere where's yon damsel in distress where's the one to get me out of this mess where's the girl with the red dress on who's gonna keep me up all night long she is wild she is pretty she could come from New York City she's no rogue like fantasy if she is a dream then this is real to me... I'm out in the wild and wicked world doing deals with Lucifer biting the hand from which I'm fed shame about my attitude I love to see prosperity And wonder when it's coming to me where's my reward for sweat and blood where do I go to get my prize everywhere I look they're driving Mercedes drinking wine with expensive women indulging in a fantasy if that is a dream it sure looks real to me... I'm out in the wild and wicked world maybe I should have stayed in bed I should have had my brain dry cleaned it's getting dirty and very mean Shame about your fantasy shame about what you have done to me if there is no justice in this place I might as well move into outer space if you don't call that's all right I'll see you next Saturday night