NYC
Where the streets have no names
Organized chaos that fits on a grid
NYC
Where people do care while they don’t give a shit

You just name it NYC has it all
From crooks to saints and it’s always a ball
Frantic like ants they all do their stuff
In this sleepless city it’s never enough

The tall lady keeps watch
She’s waving her arm
She’s showing the way with glorious charm
The powerful image gets framed in your mind
A beacon of hope so easy to find

The urban jungle extends down below
Fast transportation where ever you go
Subterranean web in colors and names
Symbolizing the city, its walk, and its games.

The homeless, the beggars, the crooks and the saints
Contrast with the wealth, but there are no complaints
It’s the city of winners, for losers no means,
And the gray in betweens they’re living in queens