Well I was buffalo-ed in Buffalo And I was entertained in Houston New York, New York you gotta choose one It's a tripe face boogie Going to boogie my sneakers away yeah yeah Well I, I don't want your money And I don't want your time, Please don't jive me Honey And I'll give you, give you back your dime It's a hype face boogie Going to boogie my sneakers away yeah I don't dig potato chips And I can't take torts (?) Got to tripe my guacamole baby It's quackers and tripe my sauce It's a hype face boogie Going to boogie my scruples away yeah Hype boogie, hype boogie All night long... (Solos) You bring your guitar I'll bring the wine Gonna tripe my guacamole baby Just a one more time It's a hype face boogie And I say 'lookout'!