Addressing the blues I see you're drinking again You're smoking smack inside your cigarette Looking pale and thin It's a shame It's a pity New York City The lights of the town They keep you up all night So you pour yourself a drink And go out looking for a fight And the girls, they're so pretty New York City Something has changed The way these people think It drove them all to drink Gravel churns and groans from The torn up ground People bought and sold Out there running around Turn out the lights Turn down the sound For me Ain't nothing for free In New York City Digging a ditch Some people living in the street Tired, cold, and dirty Ain't got no shoes for their feet Ain't it strange Bumming change In New York City You can pay for it now Or with a thirty-day note Take it down to D street Someone'll cut your throat Bring your knife and your fork In New York New York New York City