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NEW YORK CITY BLUES
Neil Sedaka/Phil Cody
Life and death
in an alleyway
Just a heartbeat away from a man
Who's learned to turn his head away
From the pain that drains the
land.
Harlem's not too far from here,
You can smell the garbage, feel the fear.
I hear they're gonna build a sky-scraper
there,
As if we didn't need the extra air.
New York city blues,
In order to win, you gotta lose.
Old before
your time,
The dirt and the grime
Get into everything.
And the papers love to say
It's the meanest town in the
USA,
But I think it's OK, it's the town I've made my home.
On another side of Park Avenue
Respectable folks don't
know,
Hungry eyes take in the view
Of the world that lays them low.
Too many years on a welfare line,
The old
song and dance time after time,
You can only get so pushed around
Until you wanna tear the damn thing down.
New
York city blues,
In order to win, you gotta lose.
Old before your time,
The dirt and the grime
Get into everything.
And
the papers love to say
It's the meanest town in the USA,
But I think it's OK, it's the town I've made my home.
New
York city blues,
In order to win, you gotta lose.
Old before your time,
The dirt and the grime
Get into everything.
And
the papers love to say
It's the meanest town in the USA,
But I think it's OK, it's the town I've made my home.
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