The New York Song 歌词

Keep out of New York City, The city's falling down, There's muggers in the subway, There's coppers on the town, There's garbage on the sidewalks, There's garbage in the bay, The public school's a barracks, The teachers get no pay. It is the richest city The world has ever seen, Big Business has the money, The city's got gangrene. Snow blows from Southeast Asia Into the streets below, The kids have got the habit, The coppers run the show. Keep out of New York City, Altho the lights still shine, The lights are bright on Broadway Until the oil runs down. There was a town in Babel That threatened all the skies, When New York City's fallen, Who's going to help it rise? Keep out of New York City, Stay in your own home place, In that great monster city, No one can see your face. Your little town can make it, Your little one-lane town, But Glory City's done for, New York is falling down.