I fly into J.F.K.
My heart goes boom boom boom
I know that customs man
He's going to take me
To that little room
Oh no, no. Oh no, no
There's only one thing I need to know
Whose side are you on
Whose side are you on
I got the paranoia blues
From knockin' around In New York City
Where they roll you for a nickel
And they stick you for the extra dime
Anyway you choose
You're bound to lose in New York City
Oh I just got out in the nick of time
Well I just got out in the nick of time
Once I was down in Chinatown
I was eating some Lin's Chow Fon
I happened to turn around
And when I looked I see
My Chow Fon's gone
Oh no, no. Oh no, no
There's only one thing I need to know
Whose side are you on, whose side are you on
There's only one thing I need to know
Whose side, whose side, whose side