Losin' It - Black 47

Chuckie said «I don’t know what’s goin' on

I’m down on my knees and I’m ah uh oh losin' it

Been up and down this New York town

Lookin' for a break, just a fair shake of it

But the people all got concrete in their eyes and their points of view

The taxis and the mailboxes all wanta make love to me 'xactly like you used to

do

And uh oh oh oh oh — oh oh — oh I’m ah uh uh losin' it

And uh oh oh oh oh, I’m down on my knees and I’m ah uh uh losin' it

Here come a cop, «I heard she left you, son

But it’s time that you picked up the pieces

The whole town’s talkin' about you

Ever since your waitress gave you the deep freeze

And now she’s runnin' with a cab driver who swears he’s the crucified King of

Siam

But Jesus is comin', so hold on, he’s just stalled up around the bend»

And uh oh oh oh oh — oh oh — oh I’m ah uh uh losin' it

And uh oh oh oh oh, I’m down on my knees and I’m ah uh uh losin' it

You say «why don’t I go see a shrink»

But I don’t need to spend a grand a month

To know that I’m out of my head

'Cause you said you’d be better off dead

Than livin' with me

My boss said «what the hell’s goin' on

The whole firm knows that you’re losin' it»

I just jumped up on his desk, did a Celtic war dance

Teach that fool a lesson

Then I burned all your lingerie and I tried stichin' it back together again and

then

This clock started tickin' in my head and oh oh oh here I go again

And uh oh oh oh oh — oh oh — oh I’m ah uh uh losin' it

And uh oh oh oh oh, I’m down on my knees and I’m ah uh uh losin' it