New York, New York Songtext
von The Fuzztones

The news is out, I′m splitting the scene
I'm going where the streets are mean
These Cuban heels, yeah, they′re longing to stray
I've got to get out of this town right away

I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep
To find the king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues they′re melting away
I wanna take it, break, and make it, I′m playing for keeps


This bogus town, yeah, it's got me uptight
I gotta leave here babe, I gotta go tonight
Now makes my bed in another zone
Feels good for nothing, blues won′t belong

I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep
To find the king of the hill, top of the heap
I′ll split this town, I'm gonna make a scene
I′ve got it out where the grass is green
These Cuban heels are kicking loose
Your man is working hard, he's worth the heat