But I’ll be buried in Detroit Buried in Detroit Next to my father, and my father’s father too I used to live in 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 Whoa ho, whoa ho

Con te partirò Su navi per mari Che, io lo so, No, no, non esistono più, Sogno all'orizzonte E mancan le parole, Time to say goodbye. Paesi che non ho mai Veduto e vissuto con te,

We both know I could learn a thing or two And after all, it's just another day About behaving, but I love you Yeah man, play that New York drum, Homer Show 'em how we do it! Just another way to prove I love you and it's hard today I'll lay back in my

Watch the tempo Love me, love me like that Love me, give me some mad love Love me like we ain't never let go (how you mean?) Poco a poco, muy, muy lento (sing) Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (woop woop woop woop) Gyal

Que pasa, New York? New York City, back in New York City, New York City Standing on the corner Just me and Yoko Ono We was waiting for Jerry to land Up come a man with a guitar in his hand Singing, "Have a marijuana if you can" His name was David Peel

Heart breaker, heart breaker Oh yeah, oh yeah Want to tear your world apart I want to tear that world The police in New York City They chased a boy right through the park And in a case of mistaken identity The put a bullet through his heart Heart

Throw me in the slam Catch me if you can That you're wearing Tearing me apart New York City blues East side, West side lose Goin' under, rats in the cellar Goin' under, skin's turnin' yellow

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

(Getting in tune to the straight and narrow) Right in on you Right in on you (right in on you) Getting in tune to the straight and narrow Yeh I'm getting in tune to the straight and narrow Right in tune I'm in tune And I'm gonna tune I'm getting in tune

But I’ll be buried in Detroit I used to live in 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