not a dollar not a nickel not a penny to my name i m the king of tap city and i m out of the game a nickel up a nickel down another nickel gone ain t got a nickel left to carry me on if i ever get back on my feet i ll move from saturday alley up to sunday street i ll get a pair of dice that makes me seven all the time gonna be living on chicken and wine i want caviar four star and johnny walker black six pretty women in my gold cadillac gonna move where the living is sweet from saturday alley up to sunday street my hands are shaking and i ain t feeling well from drinking king kong liquor and cheap muscatel but a little taste of bourbon and breakfast in bed and six million dollars can raise the dead just me and the other elite raisin high class hell on sunday street  not a dollar not a nickel not a penny to my name i m the king of tap city and i m out of the game a nickel up a nickel down another nickel gone ain t got a nickel left to carry me on if i ever get back on my feet i ll move from saturday alley up to sunday street