I’m going down to Madison Ave.
I have a plan to give it all I have.
If it don’t work out, at least I’ll get a fine epigraph.

I’ve got a chance to perform for all the execs.
They’ll see me, hear me, for a couple of full sets.
Those promotional people will experience my appeal with the sex!

You know I will not waste this opportunity;
this chance to succeed is not wasted on me.
It’s my last freakin’ possibility – for liberty.

Goddamn! I punked it when I got to Mad Avenue.
It looked like I had no idea what to do.
My performance was like I got beaten black and blue.

Oh God, the next time I go to an Avenue so Mad,
I will try to be prepared so I don’t end up so sad
and come up with results that might leave me somewhat more glad.