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