I went down to The Mansions
Catch the early morning crowd
I went down to The Mansions
Catch the early morning crowd
They got My Way on the jukebox
And everybody belts it out
There’s a big black van in upper Kellett Street
Men in body armour moving softly on their feet
The whisper is the shotguns are staked out in pursuit
Of a man in a room above a house of ill-repute
I went down to The Mansions
Catch the early morning crowd
I went down to The Mansions
Catch the early morning crowd
They got My Way on the jukebox
And everybody belts it out
The gendarmes lead the escapee, half asleep and wired
Barefoot out the doorway, and not a shot is fired
The drunks are on the street now, schooners in their hand
Ready for the punchline as it rolls around again
I went down to The Mansions
I went down to The Mansions
I went down to The Mansions
I went down to The Mansions
They got My Way on the jukebox
And everybody belts it out
