New York, New York

Smoking marijuana

And watching channel five

I got to get my strength up

This struggle to surviveWell, everyone's an asshole

Everyone's a creep

I look out the city

There's bungalows in the streetsI live in the city

I breathe dirty air

I ride trains with b-boys

Junkies, queens and squaresSafely someone's smiling

The fat man waits his turn

Soon he'll count his money

While the south Bronx slowly burnsGet out for the children

Get your ass and run

Get out of this stinking mess

To a safe suburban slumI live in the city

I breathe dirty air

I ride trains with b-boys

Junkies, queens and squaresNew York, New York

New York, New York

New York, New York, New York

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New York, New York, New York

New York, New York

New York, New York