Paranoia Blues Paul Simon

I got some so-called friends
They’ll smile right to my face
But, when my back is turned
They’d like to stick to me
Yes, they would
Oh no, no
Oh no no
There’s only one thing I need to know
Whose side are you on?

I fly into JFK
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 knocking around In New York City
Where they roll you for a nickel
And they stick you for the extra dime