Lyrics

It’s a cold day
There’s a hard rain
In New York City
Rolling on

It’s a bad case
And it won’t break
The streets are gritty
Dusk til dawn

But the late nights
Are a small price to pay
It’s a tough biz
For the new kids, they say

I’ve got my finger on the pulse of the nation
Talking about a subterranean sensation
Rumours fly that I may have found
Some kinda something in the underground

It’s a good pitch
But I’m no snitch
I protect my sources
It’s my job

So I won’t say
Where the boys stay
This reinforces
My resolve

Gotta save face
Get a new place again
I’m a war zone
And danger-prone, my friend

I’ve got my finger on the pulse of the nation
Talking about a subterranean sensation
Rumours fly that I may have found
Some kinda something in the underground

I’m tellin’ ya the solution
Is a teenage revolution
I’m tellin’ ya the solution
Is a mutant revolution
I’m tellin’ ya the solution
Is a ninja revolution
I’m tellin’ ya the solution
Is a turtle revolution, oh

I’ve got my finger on the pulse of the nation
Talking about a subterranean sensation
Rumours fly that I may have found
Some kinda something in the underground

Oh, I’ve got my finger on the pulse of the nation
Talking about a subterranean sensation
Rumours fly that I may have found
Some kinda something in the underground

Some kinda something in the underground
Some kinda something in the underground
Rumours fly that I may have found
Some kinda something in the underground