NYC
What is it about you
You're big
You're loud
You're tough NYC
I go years without you
Then I
Can't get
Enough
Enough of the cab drivers answering back
In the language far from pure
Enough of frankfurters answering back
Brother, you know you're in NYC
Too busy
Too crazy
Too hot
Too cold
Too late
I'm sold
Again
On NYC
NYC
The shadows at sundown
The roofs
That scrape
The sky
NYC
The rich and the rundown
The big parade
Goes by
What other town has the Empire State
And a mayor five foot two
No other town in
The whole forty eight
Can half compare to you
Oh, NYC
You make 'em all postcards
You crowd
You cramp
You're still
A champ
Amen for NYC
The shimmer of Times Square
The pulse
The beat
The drive
You might say that I'm square
But damn, I come alive
The city's bright
As a penny arcade
It blinks, it tilts, it rings
To think that I've lived here all of my life
And never seen these things
Oh, NYC
The whole world keeps coming
By bus
By train
You can't
Explain
Their yen
For
NYC
Just got here this morning
Three bucks
Two bags
One me
NYC
I give you fair warning
Up there
In lights
I'll be
Go ask the Gershwins or Kaufman and Hart
The place they love the best
Though California pays big for their art
Their fan mail comes addressed to NYC
Tomorrow a penthouse
That's way up high
Tonight
The Y
Why not
It's NYC
NYC
You're standing room only
You crowd
You cramp
You're still
The champ
Amen for NYC
