New York, NY 10009

Got into town on a Saturday night With a Fender guitar and I checked out the sights And I drank my way down to the Lower East Side 'Coz I was nuts about Thunders and Suicide Then I formed a band called the Major Thinkers With a couple of musicians and some heavy drinkers And I went up to Max's and I said "Hey man, I'm gonna blow your club right off the map" New York, New York what have you done? You've wrecked me 'til I have become Half the man I might have been Half the hero of my dream New York, New York it's over now You beat me still I know somehow Just for once I'm gonna prove you wrong Just to show you I was right all along Well, I met Sheila down at Blanche's bar She was dressed all in black and her heart was a scar She took me back to Avenue C How we were happy there, her and me 'Til a man from the Black Rock saw the band And he said, "Hey, you dudes are just sizzling hot and We're gonna cut a record and gonna make you all stars But first things first, sign your soul away here" New York, New York what have you done? You've wrecked me 'til I have become Half the man I might have been Half the hero of my dream New York, New York it's over now You beat me still I know somehow Just for once I'm gonna prove you wrong Just to show you I was right all along Yeah, we cut a song about Avenue B And the boxes boomed it all over the streets But the record company had us screwed us all up And Sheila went off and joined the scientology church Then Mike stopped a bullet in Staten Island And my whole world turned ultra violent But there's one last thing I just gotta see through There's one last thing I gotta say to you Sheila, baby, give me one more chance I've just gone and formed Black '47 I don't care about the money and you can keep the fame I just wanna beat this city at its own dumb game New York, New York what have you done? You've wrecked me 'til I have become Half the man I might have been Half the hero of my dream New York, New York it's over now You beat me still I know somehow Just for once I'm gonna prove you wrong Just to show you I was right all along New York, New York

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