~*Verse One.*~



One minute I'm in Central Park.

Then, I'm down on Delancey Street.

Said, from the Bow'ry to St Mark's.

There's a syncopated beat. Right.



~*Pre-Chorus.*~



I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo.

I'm streetwise.

I can improvise.

I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo.

I'm streetsmart.

I've got New York City heart.



~*Chorus.*~



Why should I worry? 

Why should I care?

I may not have a dime.

But I got street savoir faire.

Why should I worry?

Why should I care?

It's just be-bopulation.

And I got street savoir faire.



~*Verse Two.*~



The rhythm of the city.

But once you get it down.

Said, then you can own this town.

You can wear the crown!



~*Chorus.*~



Why should I worry? Tell me.

Why should I care?

I Said, I may not have a dime. Oh!

But I got street savoir faire.

Why should I worry?

Why should I care?

It's just doo-bopulation.

And I got street savoir faire.



~*Bridge.*~



Ev'rything goes.

Ev'rything fits.

They love me at the Chelsea!

They adore me at the Ritz!



~*Chorus.*~



Why should I worry?

Why should I care?

And even when I cross that line.

I got street savoir faire.



~*Fading.*~



I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo. 

I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo.

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo.