From the recording Little Town
Written by Paul Hartshorne
Lyrics
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
Well, she hit the room just like a bomb
You know my jaw dropped like a stone
I asked my friend, she looked so fine
“How can I take that woman home?”
He said, “She’s free. She’s out of college.”
But that didn’t tell me what I need to know
I had to learn the hard way
She’s from New York, She’s from New York
She’s from that city not by the bay
She took me out for a bite to eat
She trashed the waitress up and down
Then we ran outside, she grabbed a cab
She gave an address way up town
She said, “That’s cool. We’ll get there faster.”
But I sucked wind when he turned that cab around
That meter flew, it was disaster
Hey, but that’ New York, that’s New York
That’s that burg they bought with beads
So me and her, we took a trip
Up to a small New England town
But when we got there, she took one look
She caught the same bus right back down
She said, “All these trees, they make me nervous.”
That pretty much told me all I need to know
“My butt would freeze, can’t reach my service.”
Back in New York, Back yonder in New York
Down in that city not by the bay
New York, New York, ooh fun town
That burg they bought with beads
That’s New York - That’s New York - That’s New York, NY