Bet you wish you heard about it. Kiss it goodbye. From Mexico to New New York. Blondes from California. East Coast takes the cocaine, West Coast marijuana. You'll be on TV when it starts to snow in hell. You won't believe me, so go and see it for yourself.

There must be some way out of here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion I can't get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None of them along the line Know what any of it is worth No reason to get excited

But I’ll be buried in Detroit I used to live in New New York City But baby that ain’t no substitute Not for my hometown That place people avoid I’ve made love in every city But I’ll be buried in I’m a writer and a lover I’m a Midwest music man

Are you ready (are you ready)? Don't hate the black Don't hate the white If you get bit Just hate the bite Make sure your heart is beatin' right How's your backbone How's your eye? Add some bottom on mighty tight

Ride out the wave Beneath the dance hall lights, You seem a girl so sound Lights up the ground, If you give up New New York, I'll give you Tennessee, The only place to be The cowboy's burning eyes, Don't like the sight of me

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do These streets will make you feel brand new new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New New York, New New York, New New York Now you're in New New York Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in

I'll wait for you until the streets become sand And all the cellings in new new york have come down I'll wait for you until the stars dominate the skies again

I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses Had to bring it back to New New York I'm happy that the streets is back in New New York For you rappers, I carry the cross Y'all can keep y'all weak beats,

I'm in a New New York state of mind Out of touch with the rhythm and blues But now I need a little give and take The New New York Times, the Daily News It comes down to reality, and it's fine with me 'cause I've let it slide I don't care if it's Chinatown or on

It's good to live it again Autumn in New New York, why does it seem so inviting? Autumn in New New York, it spells the thrill of first-nighting Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel They're making me feel I'm home It's autumn in New New York