Walking down the avenue, and it feels so strange.
homeless one I bumped into asked me for some change.
My first day in the Big Apple trying to find my way
In a place that never sleeps, being blown away
With the hustling and bustling to beging their easy day.
This way surely not a dream, [bad word] reality.
My little town blues were put on hold: who cared where I came from?
With many biting from this apple, I wanted to bite some.

Walking in New York, walking down the avenue.
Down the 42nd Street, feeling strange in my own shoes.

Walking down the avenue, yes it felt so strange.
Visiting this new world, my life had surely changed.
My little town blues were put on hold: who cared where I came from?
With many biting from this apple, I wanted to bite some.
In another world it was very clear to me
With the fighting, crawling, clawing just to get a bite to eat.
If I fall down, I get back up, will not miss a beat.
Cos I'm a panther in this jungle, who will not accept defeat.

Walking in New York, walking down the avenue.
Down the 42nd Street, feeling strange in my own shoes.