First last night we're riding home With friends in a big blue car For this man fed us rubbish As if it were caviar We told him, "Sir, please go away! We're innocent of crimes!" He hit me with his black nightstick And all I heard were cries I'm falling I asked her for a date one night She thought it'd be a laugh I'd take her to a restaurant And then up to her pad I waited at my house that night For her phone call to come She'd gone off with a ruffian And he came by with a gun I'm falling I'm falling Yes I'm falling