We who have so much to you who have so little To you who don't have anything at all We who have so much more than any one man does need And you who don
Sam was lyin' in the jungle Agent orange spread against the sky like marmalade Hendrix played on some foreign jukebox They were praying to be saved Those
This is no time for celebration This is no time for shaking hands This is no time for backslapping This is no time for marching bands This is no time
Stop actin new yo, cause you know I'm the voice of NEW YORK, NEW YORK The city, the buildings The big rotten apple, old timers and children NEW YORK, NEW YORK
New York (New York, New York) I love New York ([Mercedes:] New York, New York) (New York, New York) I love New York (New York, New York) [Mercedes:] New York
How many rhymes does it take to reach from here to New York [$hort] From here to New York Everybody's talking about sir Too $hort And its all night
John Bush's apartment? It's a bit smaller than a glove compartment For all my friends in New York, the next 10 rounds are on me New Yorkers have the
New York New York, New York, New York New York, New York City New York, New York, New York New York, New York City New York, New York, New York New York, New
When you were young And your heart was an open book You used to say, "Live and let live" (You know you did, you know you did, you know you did) But if
New York City Another spacey stay New York City High up in an overpriced hotel The view is really swell Windy, wet and gray New York City No one here
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There's place out on the edge of town sir Risin' above the factories and the fields Now ever since I was a child I can remember that mansion on the
Put on your best dress baby And darlin', fix your hair up right Cause there's a party, honey Way down beneath the neon lights All day you've been
Hey, little dolly with the blue jeans on I wanna ramrod with you honey, till half-past dawn Let your hair down sugar and pick up this beat Come on
We said we'd walk together baby come what may That come the twilight should we lose our way If as we're walking a hand should slip free I'll wait for
Cold rain running down the front of my shirt I'm flat on my back wheels in the dirt Angel makes her face up out on Baker Street She's straddling the shifter
Here in northeast Ohio Back in eighteen-o-three James and Dan Heaton Found the ore that was linin' Yellow Creek They built a blast furnace Here along