Escape from New Yorkshire

Five, four, three, two, one

Five, four, three, two, one

Five, four, three, two, one

Five, four, three, two, one

Five, four, three, two, one

Five, four, three, two, one

Five, four, three, two, one
And now we've begun.

Trains and subways and sentry guards
Pinstripe handshakes and caviar.
They wait for the signal
The vapid and simple
And soon they will be gone
And then there will be none
They wait for the signal
The vapid and simple.

Five, four, three, two, one
And now we've begun.

All the prettiest stuck in the groove
Now the prettiest march in the grove
I need to do something
My heart's filled with nothing
Soon they will be gone
And then there will be none.

Five, four, three, two, one
And now we'll be gone.

Five, four, three, two, one
And now we'll be gone.