Lyrics

It’s colder than a judge’s stare
The rent checks in my hand
I can’t afford to send it yet
I’ll think I’ll call a friend

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I’m gonna stay in New York City
I’m gonna stay in New York town
If you’re leaving good luck
But I think I’m a gonna stick around

I live in a birdhouse above a bar
It’s a fine establishment
There’s plenty of room to stretch my legs
As long as I keep them bent

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The F train smells like sour wine
The 6 train and the 1
Smell like a man who left the bath
Before the job was done

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Get out of Bedford, rise and shine
Start the ole routine
Heat up the stove and fry an egg
On the sunny side of Queens

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Old Dan Tucker did mighty well
As a Wall Street middleman
Bought a penthouse, warshed his face
In a golden frying pan

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Now you could walk or you could run
Or you could take a train
Whatever gets to The Bronx
To your Lil Liza Jane

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When I die don’t bury me
I don’t need no slab
Just put my ashes in an urn
And leave me in a cab

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