East Side Beat Songtext
von The Toasters

Well, nice and slow is the way to go
In a sweaty little club down in New York, you know
We′re the Toasters, as you all know
And we're coming to you tonight with a special little thing
So why don′t you get up on your toes
And get ready to do this little thing that we call the New York Style

Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?
Let's go!

Well, it's a B-flat minor, Saturday night
Second Step and Urban Blight
Well, these are bands that we think are okay
But the Toasters rock, what do you say?
Earning a living down in the street
Come on, boys, do the East Side Beat


Well, it′s up in the morning, dread like Satan
Yes, it′s bitter and hate
You're born in a land that you think is your own
The pink fat rats won′t leave you alone
They'll pat you down, lower that beat
Come on, boys, do the East Side Beat

Come on! You can do better than that!
That′s more like it!
Jazz style!

Well, they pick you up and suss for nothing at all
To racist judge, to make you feel small
And if they don't like you, they take you away
They don′t give a damn what you gotta say
Earning a living down in the street
Come on, boys, do the East Side Beat

Well, it's up in the morning, dread like Satan
Yes, it's bitter and hate
You′re born in a land that you think is your own
The pink fat rats won′t leave you alone
They'll pat you down, lower that beat
Come on, boys, do the East Side Beat
East Side Beat, East Side Beat
East Side Beat, East Side Beat
Earning a living down in the street
Come on, boys, do the East Side Beat