(This is, this is, uh, New York)
In New York freedom feels like too many choices
In New York I found a friend to drown out the other voices
Voices on the cell phone
Voices from home
Voices of the hard sell
Voices down the stairwell
In New York, just got a place in New York
In New York summers get hot, well into the hundreds
You can't walk around the block without a change of clothing
Hot as a hairdryer in your face
Hot as a handbag and a can of mace
New York, just got a place in New York
In New York you can forget, forget how to sit still
You tell yorself you will stay in
But it's down to Alphaville
New York, New York, New York
New York, New York, New York
It's in New York
It's in New York
The Irish been coming there for years
Feels like they own the place
They got the airport, city hall, concrete, asphalt,
they even got the police
Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics
Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew,
Living happily not like me and you
That's where I lost you... New York
New York, New York, New York
New York, New York, New York
It's in New York
It's in New York
It's in, yeah....
(New York)
In New York I lost it all to you and your vices
Still I'm staying on to figure out my mid wife crisis
Hit an iceberg in my life
But yeah I'm still afloat
Lose your balance, lose your wife
In the queue for the lifeboat
You got to put the women and children first
But you've got an unquenchable thirst for New York
New York, New York, New York
New York, New York, New York
In the stillness of the evening
When the crowd has had its day
I thought I heard you whisper
Come away child
It's in New York
Soul!
Bu bu bu da da
Bu bu bu da da
It's in New York
New York
It's in.
In New York freedom feels like too many choices
In New York I found a friend to drown out the other voices
Voices on the cell phone
Voices from home
Voices of the hard sell
Voices down the stairwell
In New York, just got a place in New York
In New York summers get hot, well into the hundreds
You can't walk around the block without a change of clothing
Hot as a hairdryer in your face
Hot as a handbag and a can of mace
New York, just got a place in New York
In New York you can forget, forget how to sit still
You tell yorself you will stay in
But it's down to Alphaville
New York, New York, New York
New York, New York, New York
It's in New York
It's in New York
The Irish been coming there for years
Feels like they own the place
They got the airport, city hall, concrete, asphalt,
they even got the police
Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics
Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew,
Living happily not like me and you
That's where I lost you... New York
New York, New York, New York
New York, New York, New York
It's in New York
It's in New York
It's in, yeah....
(New York)
In New York I lost it all to you and your vices
Still I'm staying on to figure out my mid wife crisis
Hit an iceberg in my life
But yeah I'm still afloat
Lose your balance, lose your wife
In the queue for the lifeboat
You got to put the women and children first
But you've got an unquenchable thirst for New York
New York, New York, New York
New York, New York, New York
In the stillness of the evening
When the crowd has had its day
I thought I heard you whisper
Come away child
It's in New York
Soul!
Bu bu bu da da
Bu bu bu da da
It's in New York
New York
It's in.