Morning comes crashing like a rock in the window Jackhammer banging on the hot concrete Take your stand (hey!), move it man It's a backtalk sidewalk symphony Uber cars, yellow cabs, thick as smoke Painted girls and metre maids will leave you broke Sax man blowing, shooting through my veins There's a rhythm to the racket that's intoxicating
Goodnight New York, goodnight Don't ever close your eyes If the street could talk, New York New York So fine they named you twice Your face, your brains, no other place From east to west, these streets are blessed Goodnight New York, sleep tight New York, goodnightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
