Ginger Elvis Presley looked a fraction sad    Roaming the whole town from bin to bin    Well living on the streets wasn't all that bad    Where no-one seemed to know that he was King       The sound of New York City    isn't police sirens wailing    It's the sound of Wall Street tills    whilst everyone else is failing       Sometimes you feel expensive    sometimes you feels so cheap    You can roam the streets a King    whilst everyone's asleep    You can mime to any record    with a hairbrush or a spoon    But God help the singer out of tune       A crippled Mohammad Ali    looked at bad luck in the mirror    Bad luck looked back at him and sighed    He looked a good foot smaller    and a couple of stone thinner    And if anyone came toward him    he would hide       The sound of North America    isn't Christians quietly praying    It's the sound of shuffling feet    that don't know where they're staying       Sometimes you feel expensive    sometimes you feels so cheap    You can roam the streets a King    whilst everyone's asleep    You can fight with anybody    with a glimmer of a chance    But God help the boxer with no hands       A homeless Greta Garbo    moves across the street    The moonlight shining clearly    through her skirt    A real life living legend    that no-one wants to meet    And that's when being Garbo    really hurts       The lyrics of "New York"    may have Frank Sinatra singing    But the rhythm and the melody    were dead black men swinging       Sometimes you feel expensive    sometimes you feels so cheap    You can roam the streets a Queen    whilst everyone's asleep    You can act with anybody    from the cradle to the crypt    But God help the actress    who doesn't know the script