New York, New York (The Dictators)

Smoking marijuana And watching channel five I got to get my strength up This struggle to survive Well, everyone's an asshole Everyone's a creep I look out the city There's bungalows in the streets I live in the city I breathe dirty air I ride trains with b-boys Junkies, queens and squares Safely someone's smiling The fat man waits his turn Soon he'll count his money While the south Bronx slowly burns Get out for the children Get your ass and run Get out of this stinking mess To a safe suburban slum I live in the city I breathe dirty air I ride trains with b-boys Junkies, queens and squares New York, New York New York, New York New York, New York, New York New York, New York New York, New York New York, New York, New York New York, New York New York, New York