There`s a thunder storm `a brewin`
And the day is turning gray
There ain`t much to say about the weather
The shower stall is leakin`
And the ceiling`s fallin` in
And I`m getting twenty bills to every letter
I`ve got to move myself out to the country
I`m lookin` out for any place at all
I`m gonna spend another Fall In Philadelphia
A roving band of youths beat up on Johnny
Everybody`s gettin` richer sellin` that dope
Say, the stolen bikes are gathering by the thousands
Along with seven million people without a hope
I guess I have to face the fact as real
I think I feel my back up against the wall
I`m gonna spend another Fall In Philadelphia