[Verse 1] A bit of you’s the only drug I must abuse A bit of you’s the only substance I cannot refuse When I walk on Spring [Verse 2] Beneath the stink a bit of you is all I smell Upon the shelf a bit of you I ask "They sell?" When I walk on Spring [Chorus] Cause there ain’t no style No there ain’t no style Cause there ain’t no style And in fact there is just one other problem You live up in Harlem [Verse 3] Of course I had no knowledge of this at the time That came après July on the Upper West Side Waiting for the fall [Verse 4] When from the Battery on up to your front door From mother ship the rocket launching twister whores Would blow up it all [Chorus] Cause there ain’t no style No there ain’t no style Cause there ain’t no style And in fact there is just one other problem I would have spared Harlem [2nd Chorus] Affections sent straight to Chekhov say you need me Don’t you need me wait I thought we were on Broadway No my daddy said so "Still outside of Moscow." [Instrumental]                                       [2nd Chorus] Affections sent straight to Chekhov say you need me Don’t you need me wait I thought we were on Broadway No my daddy said so "Still outside of Moscow." [Verse 5] And so the days creep up to my big final show And not a word from you the hours I must blow So I walk and see [Verse 6] Upon the streets a faded island press on eyes A big old pool of you zillions I realize And just one of me [Chorus] Cause there ain’t no style No there ain’t no style Cause there ain’t no style And in fact there is just one other problem You’ve infected Harlem [Outro] Guess I won’t be waiting several hours Before nightfall for that A train Just the hiss of the Dune’s band playin’.