In a New York Minute - Ian Shaw

In a New York minute

on a New York street

You can get the feeling

that the world is sweet

There are stylish people there is speed and sex

There are magic moments there are tragic wrecks

In a New York minute

you can hear the beat

As the cast of thousands marches down the street

While the lights are changing in a traffic stalls

Someone’s star is rising

as another falls

There are shining towers, there are breathless views,

There are laughs and squalor

Sights that bruise.

It’s the perfect city

if you’ve got a buck

But it shows no pity

when you’re out of luck

No, it’s not the city

that you thought it was

In a New York taxi

you can get a buzz

It can be your apple

if you’re strong enough

you can make a killing

if you’ve got the stuff

if you’ve got the stuff

In a New York minute

you can hear the beat

As the cast of thousands marches down the street

It looks so romantic

up in central park

But don’t strong around there

when it’s growing dark

While the dreams are dancing

in your eager head

In a New York minute

you can wind up dead

Or you could get lucky

if your time is right

You can take the apple

in a single bite

You can show the people

just how good you are

You can ride the tiger

you can travel far

In a New York minute

In a New York minute

In a New York minute

In a New York minute