New York New York - The Dictators

Smoking marijuana

And watching channel five

I got to get my strength up

This struggle to survive

Well, everyone’s an asshole

Everyone’s a creep

I look out the city

There’s bungalows in the streets

I live in the city

I breathe dirty air

I ride trains with b-boys

Junkies, queens and squares

Safely someone’s smiling

The fat man waits his turn

Soon he’ll count his money

While the south Bronx slowly burns

Get out for the children

Get your ass and run

Get out of this stinking mess

To a safe suburban slum

I live in the city

I breathe dirty air

I ride trains with b-boys

Junkies, queens and squares

New York, New York

New York, New York

New York, New York, New York

New York, New York

New York, New York

New York, New York, New York

New York, New York

New York, New York