First last night we're riding home
With friends in a big blue car
For this man fed us rubbish
As if it were caviarWe told him, "Sir, please go away
We're innocent of crimes"
He hit me with his black nightstick
And all I heard were criesI'm falling, I'm falling
I'm falling, I'm falling
I'm falling, I'm falling
I'm falling, I'm fallingI asked her for a date one night
She thought it'd be a laugh
I'd take her to a restaurant
And then I took her pathI waited at my house that night
For her phone call to come
She'd gone off with a wealthy man
Who came from mile longI'm falling, I'm falling
I'm falling, I'm falling
I'm falling, I'm falling
I'm falling, I'm fallingI'm falling, I'm falling
I'm falling, I'm falling
I'm falling, I'm falling
I'm falling, yes I'm falling
Songwriters
JOURGENSEN, ALLEN D.Published by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group