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