Puede ser la última vez que nos volvamos a ver Me llamaste este weekend pa' que otra vez te dé Voy a darte pa' New New York conmigo Hace frío pero yo voy a ser tu abrigo Mordiéndote, lambiéndote y apretándote toda Él no puede decirte un carajo porque él a ti

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

Lookin' like I caught a lick (lick, hey!) And all my bitches with the shits (yeah!) Bronx, New New York, gangsta bitch (woo, woo) Lookin' like I caught a lick (yeah) Got some hittas in my clique (woo, woo, woo ,woo) Lookin' like I caught a lick Cardi (Look

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,

Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah We can try to understand The New New York Times' effect on man Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother You're stayin' alive,

How about you? When a girl meets boy Life can be a joy But the note they end on Will depend on Little pleasures they will share So let us compare I like New New York in June, how about you? I like a Gershwin tune, how about you?

New New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a

Ain't no closing time, ain't no cover charge Just country boys and girls getting down on the farm It's just country boys and girls getting down on the farm You can have a lot of fun in a New New York minute Every Friday night there's a steady cloud of dust

I've played every beer joint tavern From New New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

I'm in a New New York state of mind. Out of touch with the rhythym 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