| Lyrics: | GUITAR & DRUMS INTRO)
Welcome to the city, welcome to disaster
You see a pretty girl,
but you're walkin' 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
Winkin' in a snapshot, wavin' like a
bigshot
You're feelin' pretty good 'til you think you hear a gunshot
Another punk outta
junk, Breakin' 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
(HARP SOLO)
I guess everything my daddy told me was
right
When you're in the Big Apple
Then you better learn to take a
bite
Workin' in a hotel, workin for the housedick
You stop a little girl who's
pullin' in her own tricks
Talk awhile, get a smile, Make another sidekick
It won't last
long but it beats feelin' homesick
Jumpin' in a taxi, gotta see the band
play
It's on a little sidestreet, a little off of Broadway
You make a turn, then you
learn, You're goin' down the wrongway
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
(GUITAR STUFF)
It's New York
(GUITAR & HARP
STUFF)
It's New York
(GUITAR & HARP STUFF |
