I lost my car to the Riverside Drive Last seen heading up the upper west side One thirty eighth street one thirty nine What's yours is theirs, what's theirs was mine
Now it's gone for parts, it's gone for fun It's gone for sure, ask anyone No, they're not polite, they don't say please With the cover of night, they never use keys
Now there's a stranger in my driver's seat There's broken glass around his feet And the radio will change it's tune Removed beneath a New York moon
The precinct has an icy clerk Her hand fills out the paperwork But the cops don't look for stolen cars You can wish upon a star
It happens every now and then People see their cars again Some are found on cinder blocks With open trunks and busted locks
They say in this town nothing sleeps That goes for thieves and chimney sweeps The smart ones say to keep your ride Park it on the Jersey side
Now there's a stranger in my driver's seat There's broken glass around his feet And the radio will change it's tune Removed beneath a New York moon
Manhattan nights are full of rats Republican and democrats Most of them have learned the rules The rest of us just go to school
'Cause there's a stranger in my driver's seat There's broken glass around his feet The radio will change it's tune Removed beneath a New York moonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
