A distant police siren
Sings a mournful lullaby
An alley cat and a ghetto, baby
Try to harmonize

3AM on 8th Avenue
Is an easy place to die
Another day's gone by
You crazy ol' rock and roll man

Crazy, crazy ol' rock and roll man
Crazy, crazy ol' rock and roll man

The city has a million eyes
And they're all been watchin' me
As I make my way down 8th Avenue

Even my lovers
They can see through my disguise
Another day's gone by
You crazy ol' rock and roll man

Crazy, crazy ol' rock and roll man
Crazy, crazy ol' rock and roll man

On a stage made of milk cartons
In a run down cheap saloon
I sing, sing my songs from 9 to 3

And only the strangers
In the back of my mind's room
Say another day's gone by
You crazy ol' rock and roll man