Lyrics:

Hey, Jim... Jim! Just a minute, ya
I want you to spell for me something
I want you to spell for me 'New York,' man
Why do you want me to spell New York, man?
I just want you to spell for me 'New York'
Can you do that, man?
Sure, man, I can spell New York
Well, go ahead, man
N-E-W Y-O-R-K, that's New York, man
No, man, you've made a mistake, man
I'm going to teach you the right way and the proper way to spell New York, man
Well, go ahead, man
A knife, a fork, a bottle, and a cork
That's the way we spell New York, man
You see, no matter where I treat my guest
They always like my kitchen best

'Cause I've cocaine running around my brain
I've cocaine running around my brain
I want you to dig me, soul brothers and soul sisters
I want you to hold me tight, 'cause I'm out of sight and I'm a-dynamite
I've got cocaine running around my brain
I've got cocaine running around my brain

Man, oh man, I've gotta be on the run
Because I've got to meet the setting sun
I've got a whole, a whole lot of cocaine
Just running around my brain, I've got cocaine

Hey, Jim! Jim! Just a minute, ya
I want you spell for me something, Jim
I want you spell for me New York–
A knife, a fork, a bottle, and a cork
That's the way we spell New York
Knife, a fork, a bottle, and a cork
That's the way we spell New York
Right on – uhn! Right on
Right on – uhn! Right on

Whenever time I walk in the rain
Man, oh man, it make me feel a burning pain, 
Keep on burning in my bloody brain

I've got cocaine running around my brain
I've got cocaine running around my brain
No matter where I treat my guests
They always like my kitchen best
Because I've got a whole lot of cocaine
Just running around my brain
A knife, a fork, a bottle, and a cork
That's the way we spell New York
A knife, a fork, a bottle, and a cork
That's the way we spell New York
Right on! Right on
Right on! Right on
I've got cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine
Running around my brain

I want you to dig me, soul brothers and soul sisters
I want you to hold me tight 'cause I'm out of sight and I'm a-dynamite
I've got cocaine running around my brain
I've got cocaine running around my brain
I've got cocaine running around my brain

Hey, Jim! Jim! Just a minute...
Just a minute! Just a minute...
Just a minute! Just a minute...

Cocaine, Lord, it's cocaine
Yeah, it's cocaine, I want cocaine
Lord, I want cocaine (Ahh!)
That's cocaine, and that's cocaine
It's running around my brain
Running around my brain
Cocaine... cocaine!
Cocaine... yeah

Man, oh man, I've gotta be on the run
Because I've got to meet that setting sun
And I've got a whole lot of cocaine just running around my brain
I've got cocaine ...cocaine... cocaine...
Cocaine... cocaine! Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine...