New York New York you call my name
the years that past without me hearing ur subway train
an atom standing in the middle of your thunderous ways
buzzing by day, crazy by night..the freaks that linger
in the oh so dead of night!
F.U.C.K the recession seems to be the slogan of the day
yet your streets are busier and bustier than a 1950’s cabaret dancer
bums and hobos litter your streets with signs that make the public weep
your people angrier and harsher like a gang of wolves about to tear into their meat
Shoot the freak on Coney Island, play it safe in Harlem, walk the wires of Brooklyn bridge and touch the clouds on top of the Empire state!
Broadway all smiles, but as the money trickles through, their pockets are filled with flies…
New York New York such a wondrous place..
Get lost and your head starts to fill with a sense of maze..
You the Big Apple
A lit sparkle that fizzles into the glorious mornings haze…