[Verse 1]
Bearing a cross in a jerk-water ‘burg
Where the fact of the matter takes a turn for the worst
And getting out of bed is too much work
When you’re dead wide awake and you don’t care
[Verse 2]
When Mike the Spike came into sight
After shagging a rose down in Brooklyn Heights
He’s says the Big Town is gonna wail tonight
And don’t you know that I’m gonna be there
[Chorus]
I wish you could be here with me
On this night in New York City
I wish you were standing here
As Broadway opens up her arms
When the crimson skyline bruises black
And lights up like a favorite song
I wish you could be here with me
On this night in New York City
[Verse 3]
And in the project homes in Bedford Stuy
Some sevens flights into the sky
A sweet young thing talks to her guy
With one leg on the windowsill
[Verse 4]
She says, they might give you accolades
And they might play at lawn croquet
In beatnik shades of pigeon gray
But they won’t love you like I will…
And she says..
[Chorus]
[Verse 5]
The Geronimo Kid was the new St. George
With a Gibson guitar for a rapier sword
Drove a Cutlass Supreme to the Rockaway shore
Slew a hep-cat dragon, jammin’ on the beach
[Verse 6]
And the pork-pied-piper blew that song
And the Jericho walls came a-tumblin’ down
And the rats assembled in the middle of the town
And they danced into the shadows and right out of reach
[Chorus] x
