Well on the corner of Montegomery street
there’s a little pub where everybody meets,
the music don’t stop and the party goes on,
what everybody’s wait for the maid to come down,
sure take a heel of my bottle again,
I’d say “What are comming down my friend”?
JUST KILLING TIME
JUST KILLING TIME

And-and across the street and on a six tonigth
there working girls are looking oh so fine.
The trolleys rolls up and trolleys rolls down,
and every hit hour a cop comes round,
but nobodys yelling “Get out of my way”
Oh what a perfect day – FOR KILLING TIME

She gotta deck in my ball
Oohh !! …did got no burke my mine
Aarrhh !! …she got no decke my wind

Oohh !! …on the corner of Montegomery street
there’s a little pub where everybody meets,
people hangin out, people lying down.
Even the police join in the sound,
sure take a heel of my bottle again,
I’d say “What are comming down my friend”?
JUST KILLING TIME
JUST KILLING TIME

and nobodys yelling “Get out of my way”
Oh what a perfect day – FOR KILLING TIME