In New York freedom looks like
   Too many choices
   In New York I found a friend
   To drown out the other voices

   Voices on a cell phone
   Voices from home
   Voices of the hard sell
   Voices down a stairwell
   In New York
   Just got a place in New York

   In New York summers get hot
   Well into the hundreds
   You can't walk around the block
   Without a change of clothing

   Hot as a hair dryer in your face
   Hot as handbag and a can of mace
   New York
   I just got a place in New York

   New York New York

   In New York you can forget
   Forget how to sit still
   Tell yourself you will stay in
   But it's down to Alphaville

   New York
   New York, New York

   The Irish been coming here for years
   Feel like they own the place
   They got the airport, city hall
   Asphalt, asphalt
   They even got the police

   Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics
   Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew
   Happily not like me and you
   That's where I lost you

   New York
   New York, New York

   In New York I lost it all
   To you and your vices
   Still I'm staying on to figure out
   My midlife crisis

   I hit an iceberg in my life
   You know I'm still afloat
   You lose your balance, lose your wife
   In the queue for the lifeboat

   You got to put the women and children first
   But you've got an unquenchable thirst for New York

   New York
   New York, New York

   In the stillness of the evening
   When the sun has had its day
   I heard your voice whispering
   Come away now

   New, New York
   New...
   New York

   New York