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Gents to the middle said a young girl's fiddle
And you ain't got nothin' to lose
Allemande right she can play it all night
She can fiddle off
another
How can you lose while making half a million bucks or near
The old man who sweeps the floor and wears a big blue Reagan button
Says the Russians
morning, and we've talked all night
You know we've made big plans for ten-year-olds
You and I
Have you met my new boy friend, Margaret?
His name is John,
morning, and we've talked all night,
You know we've made big plans for ten-year-olds,
You and I.

Have you met my new boy friend, Margaret?
His name is
morning, and we've talked all night,
You know we've made big plans for ten-year-olds,
You and I.

Have you met my new boy friend, Margaret?
His name is
Ah New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib

New York New York big city of dreams 
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems 
You
The old man turned off the radio
Said, "Where did all of the old songs go
Kids sure play funny music these days
They play it in the strangest
Hey, remember me
I remember you walking away

From all that you made
That you lost
Or threw away
Traded in for a brand new life
But I can't
Can
In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib

New York New York big city of dreams 
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems 
You
the window cause tonight the city lit up with lights, cameras and action
May no man alive come through and damage my faction
I brought you nigga with me cause
In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib

New York New York big city of dreams 
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems 
You
star life
The second girl with us, that's our wife
Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle
Who's the new old perv that's tryna play second fiddle
No
star life
The second girl with us, that's our wife
Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle
Who's the new old perv that's tryna play second fiddle
No
starin'out at music city
From my couch

Fiddles steal guitars and pianos, how they play
Grinding out the latest sounds from music city, U.S.A.
Kay,
man in Buffalo
I'm a wanted man in Kansas City, I'm a wanted man in Ohio
I'm a wanted man in Mississippi, they want me in old Cheyenne
Wherever you
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a going dry
The interest is up and the stock markets down
And you only
Home Cafe

Now my daddy was a music lovin' man
He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol' hands
He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still play
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a going dry
The interest is up and the stock markets down
And you only
a reggae accident
I can't here you
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
Now make room for the band
A reggae accident
Here they come here
light was blinking when he got back
It was an old friend calling cause he just heard the news
He says Man I hope you find her
If I see her I'll remind
Tikya the Blackheart Man, children
I say, don't go near him
Tikya the Blackheart Man children
For even lions fear him (repeat)

Growing in
I'd forgotten how to play a one night stand
Lord I didn't have a word to say
Just holdin' that stranger's hand

[Chorus]

These city streets
If you knew her face
If you knew her name
If you knew would you

New York City
Would you give her to me
I'd be yours forever
My old man says
If
I'd forgotten how to play a one night stand
Lord I didn't have a word to say
Just holdin' that stranger's hand

[Chorus]

These city streets