Just keep the hell off my green suede shoes
You can do anything you choose
I never knew I had so many friends
The windows are smashed, we're bouncin' off the Turnpike
Take of those shoes baby
But the word is out that the boys are back in town
But the more I play the deeper I'm in debt
So we hop in the van and we drive overnight
Man on the phone says. "I ain't jokin'"
So we're doin' Letterman, Leno and O'Brien
Playin' in Reilly's on a Saturday night
I'm gonna run against Rudy when this whole thing ends
We're discussin' the demise of T Rex
Goin' to sweet New Jersey, startin' to feel alright
But don't go messin' up my green suede, green suede shoes
Next thing we know the van is up on its ass
With the money I'm eventually gonna make
Out of my head, feelin' hysterical
Managers and agents tellin' me what to do
One says, "Hi, my name is Kevin
You can do anything you choose
3 hours from home, hey life is alright
Then we're comin' from Providence late one night
30,000 Paddies start gettin' on down
But don't go messin' up my green suede, green suede shoes
Hey, babe, I'm livin' the American Dream
But don't go messin' up my green suede, green suede shoes
He say, "Stop the music, I'm in charge"
When we hit the stage, police chief goes nuts
I got lawyers and accountants up the kazoo
I don't care if you got the blues
Just keep the hell off my green suede shoes
If we ever get a hit, I'll be out on the street
"C'mon out to Bensonhurst, we all want a piece of ya"
Then a lawyer called up about Bridie and the baby
I don't care if you got the blues
Out there in the middle of America
But can you loan me a token, get me to the next gig
You can do anything you choose
Would yes ever come and play for us out in Hoboken?"
Wants to sue my ass for doin' the Funky Ceili
I don't care if you got the blues
Wishin' I was back in New York
What the hell am I gonna do with 30,000 drunks
And I just got a message from a brother of Maria
The troopers come and haul us off the black ice
Then he goes and he shut down all of the bars
It's a pleasure to meet you, Black 47"
200 gigs a year and I'm outa my mind
We got our picture in Time Magazine
Just keep the hell off my green suede shoes
