Now, I see you looking lost   and he sits on his seat   but, don't you walk on my street baby   you can hear Lupita scream      The river's got your forehead darling   it spies your city scene   that city shines when you're away   it can't hear Lupita scream      Yeah, but would be such a fool   to rely on his dreams   while New York houses pain and boredom   in between the seas      Their taxis, man, have been following you   they chase you down the street   your cross builds a cross in the center of town   it looks like a Christmas Tree      Well, the docks they went on strike again   it's you, they don't want to see   they said they'd rather get high   then hear Lupita Scream [than]      You need some warmth and relaxation   with the salesman of your dreams   but, don't you walk on my street baby   you can hear Lupita Scream