Words & music by Paul Simon 1972 I got some so-called friends They’ll smile right to my face Oh when my back is turned They’d like to stick it to me | Yes they would | | | | Oh no no oh no no There’s only one thing I need to know Whose side are you on? I fly into J.F.K. My heart goes boom boom boom I know that customs man He’s going to take me | To that little room | | | | Oh no no. Oh no no There’s only one thing I need to know Whose side are you on whose side are you on? I got the paranoia blues Fnom knockin’ around in New York City Where they roll you for a nickel And they stick you for the extra dime Anyway you choose You’re bound to lose in New York City Oh I just got out in the nick of time Well I just got out in the nick of time Once I was down in Chinatown I was eating some Lin’s Chow Fon I happened to turn around And when I looked I see | My Chow Fon’s gone | | | | Oh no no Oh no no There’s only one thing I need to know Whose side are you on whose side are you on? Well there’s only one thing I need to know Whose side whose side whose side?