I was born in New York City on a Monday I was out shining shoes By Tuesday noon
All the bad cats in the bad hats Doing me a real big favor Got the bad cats in the bad hats Laying it on real good
Here's a dime, boy Gimme a shine, boy
When the cold wind comes It lives in New York City And the street's no place to be But there you are
So you try hard or you die hard No one really gives a good damn You try hard and you die hard Nobody gives a damn
Here's a dime, boy Gimme a shine, boy
Down and out in New York City Ain't nowhere to be Where can you do when you're Down and out in New York City
Never, never, never Gonna get that way again No, no, no, no, no, not me
When you need a friend Need to have a When you want a friend
Gonna get myself together In the morning Gonna leave it all I want that dream
All the bad cats in the bad hats Doing me a real big favor Got the bad cats in the bad hats Laying it on real good
Here's a dime, boy Gimme a shine, boy
Gimme a shine, boy Gimme a shine, hey
Down and out in New York City Ain't nowhere to be Where can you do when you're Down and out in New York City
Said I'm never, never, never Gonna get that way again No, no, no, no, not me
When you need a friend Troubled mind When you need a friend Got a troubled mind
Ain't nobody gonna Give you one thin dime
Friends can be cruel sometimes Can be sweet but what What bugs a man, what hurts a man Is when you give him a drink Just can't get nothing to eat
That's New York City That's New York City New York City
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