I must have been around 14 when I started this, just after my family moved to New York City...everything in it actually happened to me one weekend shortly after, and I remained in a state of culture shock for a good six months! By the time I finished the song I was in my late teens, a seasoned New Yorker, & I truly felt I'd been "raised in New York City", even though I'd grown up in New Jersey. We never lived in Bayonne, but my dad worked there for a while, and "Farmingdale" and "East Orange" just didn't scan. I was raised in New York City, where the money grows on trees and the flowers all look gritty and the people look diseased Come up from New Jersey where I sung the Bayonne Blues I watched the roller derby on the seven-thirty news I thought I'd be a folksinger I went down to Macdougal Street and Bleeker where the stars got stoned But the union hall was closed and the stars out on the road making money singing anti-money songs I went back up to Broadway. I took the IRT An old man in a raincoat parked his body next to me "Do you want to make some money fast?" and then he grabbed me by the ass I got derailed on Forty-Second street I asked somebody for the time She asked me to her room She said "I've got a water bed" I said "I've got the flu "You look just like a friend of mine "I never liked too well "She sold picture postcards "of the crack in the Liberty Bell" I went into the Taco Bell to get myself some lunch They rushed me to the hospital to have my stomach pumped Run over on the corner by a wheelchair with no horn I fell into a manhole and was baptized and re-born I moved out to Long Island Bought a color TV I watch the doctor shows I'm a soap opera queen I think I got pneumonia I'm sure I've got TB It may not be a hell of a life but it's life enough for meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
