New York

(album: 13 - 1997)

Welcome to the city, welcome to disaster
You see a pretty girl, but you're walking right past her
You give it up, get it back, turn around and ask her
She don't talk back so you talk a little faster

Winking in a snapshot, waving like a bigshot
You're feeling pretty good till you think you hear a gunshot
Another punk outta junk, breaking in a pawn shop
Cops yell freeze so you take another snapshot

Ah... it's New York
Ah... it's New York

I guess everything my daddy told me was right
When you're in the Big Apple
Then you better learn to take a bite

I guess everything my daddy told me was right
When you're in the Big Apple
Then you better learn to take a bite

Working in a hotel, working for the housedick
You stop a little girl who's pulling in her own tricks
Talk awhile, get a smile, make another sidekick
It won't last long but it beats feeling homesick

Jumping in a taxi, gotta see the band play
It's on a little side street, a little off of Broadway
You make a turn, then you learn, you're going down the wrong way
The cabby wants a tip 'cause he got you there the hard way

Ah... it's New York
Ah... it's New York
Ah... it's New York
Ah... it's New York

It's New York
It's New York