NYC, what is it about you? You're big, you're loud, you're tough. NYC, I go years without you. Then I can't get enough. Enough of cab drivers answering back with language far from pure. Enough of prank burners answering back, oh brother, you know you're... In NYC, too busy, too crazy, too hot, too cold, too late. I'm sold again on NYC. NYC, the shadows at sundown, the roofs that scrape the sky. NYC, the rich and the rundown, the big parade goes by. What other town has the Empire State and a mayor five foot two? No other town in the whole 48 can have compared to you. Oh, NYC, you make them all postcards. You crowd, you cramp, you're still the champ. Amen for NYC. NYC, just got here this morning. Three bucks, two bags, one me. NYC, I give you fair warning. A pair in lights, I'll be. NYC, you're standing room only. You crowd, you cramp, you're still the champ. Amen for NYC.