Downtown Dirt Songtext
von Lou Reed

Picking up pieces of information
Down on the docks
Picking up pieces of information about you
And how to pick locks

Scouting around on the Lower East Side
And matresses in the rain
Those uptown ladies with their uptown coats
Come down here to get laid

It′s a boring macho trip
And I'm the type that fascinates
Hey, Mrs. Pamela Brown, how′s the Dakota
You're 28 years old and your face has been lifted
But you still look so much older


You been desoiled, your linen is drab
You've got the crabs
The things they sell you, your credit cards
I love you for it
I love you for it

Sell your sugar
I′m a humanitarian
I give it all to myself
That way you′re clean
And I stay out of debt

And psychologically, you know
Hey, psychologically it's better that I think that I′m dirt
Psychologically, it's better that I think that I′m dirt
Don't you know it′s better to think I'm dirt
Hey, don't you like to have some dirt?
That always alright, that′s just dirt

Cheap
Cheap damn dirt
Hey Pam, dirt
Cheap dirt hurt
Dirt
Uptown dirt


Dirt