I got some so-called friends, they'll smile right to my face

Oh, when my back is turned they'd like to stick it to me


Yes they would




Oh no no, oh no no


There's only one thing I need to know


Whose side are you on?




I fly into J.F.K. my heart goes boom boom boom


I know that customs man he's going to take me

To that little room





Oh no no, oh no, no

There's only one thing I need to know


Whose side are you on, whose side are you on?




I got the paranoia blues


From knockin' around in New York City


Where they roll you for a nickel

And they stick you for the extra dime





Anyway you choose

You're bound to lose in New York City


Oh, I just got out in the nick of time


Well, I just got out in the nick of time




Once I was down in Chinatown I was eating some Lin's Chow Fon


I happened to turn around

And when I looked I see my Chow Fon's gone





Oh no, no, oh no, no

There's only one thing I need to know


Whose side are you on, whose side are you on?




Well, there's only one thing I need to know


Whose side, whose side, whose side?