Listen to the Eight Track Ian Hunter

(mick, I've got a...)

There must be one million stories in new york city, the naked city, and this is one of 'em

I live out on the island, and I got problems
My mom don't like me, cause she says I know sultan(? )
Sitting in the cark park, in my old buick skylark
Getting high, getting high
Getting high on the eight track

Oh, listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track

Oh it ain't easy, when you gotta survive
Keep on giving death, just to survive
Oh get out into the car park, sitting in my own buick skylark in the dark
Oh, 'n I'll listen to the eight track
Oh, I'll listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track

Oh, listen to the eight track
Yeah, can't wind it back
Listen to the eight track
In between the seats, in the cracks
Listen to the eight track