In New York freedom looks like

Too many choices

In New York I found a friend

To drown out the other voices Voices on a cell phone

Voices from home

Voices of the hard sell

Voices down a 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 hair dryer in your face

Hot as a handbag and a can of mace

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 been coming here for years

Feel like they own the place

They got the airport, city hall

Asphalt, asphalt

They even got the police Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics

Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew

Happily not like me and you

That's where I lost you New York

New York, New York

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

Midlife crisis I hit an iceberg in my life

You know 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 whispering

Come away now New, New York

New

New York

Oh

New York