Caterina Valente - New York, New York Lyrics

Lyrics New York, New York - Caterina Valente



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
But I'm down by law and I know my way around, too much
Ah too many people, too much -- a ha hah
Too much, too many people, too much, rrrrrrrah!
A castle in the sky, one mile high
Built to shelter the rich and greedy
Rows of eyes, disguised as windows
Lookin' DOWN on the poor and the needy
Miles of people, marchin up the avenue
Doin' what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm livin' in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't know why
Too much, ah too many people, too much
Too much, too many people, too much!
A man's on a ledge, says he's gonna jump
People gather round, said, "He won't he's just a chump"
'Cause he lost his job, then he got robbed
His mortgage is due and his marriage is through
He says he ain't gonna pay no child support
Because the bitch left him without a second thought
He got nothin' to eat, no shoes on his feet
She even left his clothes, out in the street
He keeps hearin noises when he's at home
He always hears voices when he's all alone
His wife took the kids, the car and the crib
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 might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you can't tell the women from the men sometimes
They're sugar and spice and everything nice
But when you get 'em home ain't no tellin' what you find
Right next door is a little old man
I seen him eatin dog food out of a can
He says, "I got to eat, when I can't afford meat
I barely can stand, on my own two feet"
I got a bad habit and I just can't break it
Somethin's on my mind and I just can't shake it
I need some time, and I want some space
I gotta get away from the human race
Too much, ah too many people, too much... a-ha hah
Too much, ah too many people, too much! Rrrrrrrah!
Stand at a skyscraper reachin' into heaven
When over in the ghetto I'm livin' in hell
Just play ball or be an entertainer
Cause niggaz like me can't read too well
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
I dreamed about a life but I'm livin' in a nightmare
Paranoid schitzo, set back, snowbound
Bad news psycho, heart attack, breakdown!



Writer(s): Betty Comden, Adolph Green, Leonard Bernstein


Caterina Valente - I Happen to Like New York / Valente on T.V.




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