(GUITAR & DRUMS INTRO)      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 wrong way      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)