'Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
And they're banging on the sheets of metal, sheets of gold
'Cos it's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
They're ringing on the bells in the city on a Saturday night
And these were the finest shoes that were ever sold
Nobody knows why, but they know it's gonna be alright
I'm standing at the sale of the shoes of bankrupt men
Raining on roofs, raining on drums
And I'm singing to all the torn betting slips flying around my feet
And they're ringing the bells all over the city on a Saturday night
'Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
Love buys a six-pack and gives it to the bums
I just had to buy a pair to show I can live again
I'm talking to all the chewing gum that's stuck everywhere on the street
It's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
They're ringing the bells all over the city on a Saturday night
Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright
