In New York freedom looks like many choices
In New York I found a friend to drown out the other voices
Voices in the cell phone
Voices from home
Voices of the hard sell
Voices down the 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 cange of clothin´
Hot as a dryer in your face
Hot as a handbag and a can of mace
In New York, I just got a place in New York
(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
New York, New York, New York

The Irish have been coming here for years
Feel like they own the place
They got the airport, city hall, concrete, asphalt
They even got the police
Irish, Italian, Jews and Hispanic
Religius nuts, political fanatics in the stew
Livin´happily not like me and you
That´s where I lost you... New York

New York, New York, New York
New York, New York, New York

In New York I lost it all
To you and your vices
Still I´m stayin´on to figure out  my mid life crisis
I hit an iceberg in my life
But you know I´m still afloat
You lose your balance, you lose your  wife
in the queue for the lifeboat

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

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

New York, New York