In New York freedom looks like too many choices
  In New York I found a friend to drown out the other voices
  Voices on the cell phone
  Voices from home
  Voices of the hard sell
  Voices down the stairwell
  In New York, just got a place in New York
    In New York summers get hot, well into the hundreds
  You can’t walk around the block without a change of clothing
  Hot as a hairdryer in your face
  Hot as a handbag and a can of mace
  In New York, I just got a place in New York
  New York, New York
    In New York you can forget, forget how to sit still
  Tell yourself you will stay in
  But it’s down to Alphaville
    New York, New York, New York
  New York, New York, New York
  The Irish have been coming here for years
  Feel like they own the place
  They got the airport, city hall, concrete, asphalt, they even got the police
  Irish, Italian, Jews and Hispanics
  Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew,
  Living happily not like me and you
  That’s where I lost you… New York
    New York, New York
  New York, New York
  In New York I lost it all to you and your vices
  Still I’m staying on to figure out my mid life crisis
  I hit an iceberg in my life
  But you now I’m still afloat
  You lose your balance, lose your wife
  In the queue for the lifeboat
    You got to put the women and children first
  But you’ve got an unquenchable thirst for New York
    New York, New York
  New York, New York
    In the stillness of the evening
  When the sun has had its day
  I heard your voice a-whispering
  Come away child
    New York, New York