Welcome to the city, welcome to disaster
You see a pretty girl, but you're walkin' right past her
You give it up, get it back, Turn around and ask her
She don't talk back so you talk a little faster
 
Winkin' in a snapshot, wavin' like a bigshot
You're feelin' pretty good 'til you think you hear a gunshot
Another punk outta junk, Breakin' in a pawn shop
Cops yell freeze so you take another snapshot
 
Ah ... it's New York
Ah ... it's New York
 
I guess everything my daddy told me was right
When you're in the Big Apple
Then you better learn to take a bite
 
(HARP SOLO)
 
I guess everything my daddy told me was right
When you're in the Big Apple
Then you better learn to take a bite
 
Workin' in a hotel, workin for the housedick
You stop a little girl who's pullin' in her own tricks
Talk awhile, get a smile, Make another sidekick
It won't last long but it beats feelin' homesick
 
Jumpin' in a taxi, gotta see the band play
It's on a little sidestreet, a little off of Broadway
You make a turn, then you learn, You're goin' down the wrongway
The cabby wants a tip 'cause he got you there the hard way
 
Ah ... it's New York
Ah ... it's New York
Ah ... it's New York
Ah ... it's New York
(GUITAR STUFF)
It's New York
(GUITAR & HARP STUFF)
It's New York
(GUITAR & HARP STUFF