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I used to wear jeans |
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I'm in italian slacks |
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I had long shaggy hair |
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It's cut short and slicked back |
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I drank three dollar wine |
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Now it's cocktails at two |
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Because downtown came uptown for you |
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I used to think that coke came in a bottle or can |
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Silk underwear |
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Wasn't right on a man |
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Hush puppies and sneakers |
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Now it's alligator shoes |
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Because downtown came uptown for you |
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Well you told me that you love me |
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And said I could be your man |
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Ah but then you said |
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I had no more style than a rat in a garbage can |
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So you took me uptown |
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You made your driver wait |
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Taught me how to eat snails |
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And caviar on a plate |
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No more sittin' in the alley |
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With the boys drinkin' blues |
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Because downtown came uptown for you |
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Well you told me that you love me |
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And said I could be your man |
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Ah but then you said I had no more style |
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Than a rat in a garbage can |
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My manicures at five |
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French lesson at six |
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Oh don't tell me you can't |
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Teach a dog new tricks |
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I'm going out on the town |
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My friends are spreadin' the news |
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Because downtown came uptown for you |
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I said downtown came uptown for you |
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Darlin' downtown came up town for you |
