Four floors or forty
Ain’t no difference when you’re fallin’ down
You’re gonna make the same kind of noise, yeah
When you hit the ground

Four floors or forty
At the bottom, at the top
Four floors or forty
It’s the same when you’ve gotta stop, oh, yeah, oh, yeah

Some men drink bonded whiskey
Some men drink white port wine
Some’ll settle for a nickels worth
Some got to have a dime

You can ride to hell in a Cadillac
Get there in a Chevrolet-heh-heh
Once you’re there, there’s no turning back
You better be sure of your way, oh, yeah, oh, yeah

Mmm, yes, four floors or forty
Four floors or forty

Some men like it laid back
Some like it, tooth and claw
And some needs to have it served up medium well
And some got to have it raw