I got some so-called friends

They'll smile right to my face

But, 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

From 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

There's only one thing I need to know

Whose side, whose side, whose side.