Got into town on a Saturday night   With a Fender guitar and I checked out the sights   And I drank my way down to the Lower East Side   Coz I was nuts about Thunders and Suicide   Then I formed a band called the Major Thinkers   With a couple of musicians and some heavy drinkers   And I went up to Max's and I said, "Hey man,  I'm gonna blow your club right off the map"    New York, New York what have you done   You've wrecked me 'til I have become   Half the man I might have been   Half the hero of my dream   New York, New York it's over now   You beat me still I know somehow   Just for once I'm gonna prove you wrong   Just to show you I was right all along     Well I met Sheila down at Blanche's bar   She was dressed all in black and her heart was a scar   She took me back to Avenue C   We were happy there, her and me   'Til a man from the Black Rock saw the band   And he said "You dudes are just sizzling hot and   We're gonna cut a record and make you all stars   But first things first, sign your soul away here...    Yeah we cut a song about Avenue B   And the boxes boomed it all over the streets   But the record company screwed us all up   And Sheila went off and joined the scientology church   Then Mike stopped a bullet in Staten Island   And my whole world turned ultra violent   But there's one last thing I gotta see through   There's one last thing I gotta say to you     Oh Sheila, baby, give me one more chance   I've just gone and started Black '47   I don't care about the money, you can keep the fame   I just want to beat this city at its own dumb game