Baring a cross in a jerk-water ‘burg, Where the fact of the matter takes a turn for the worst. And getting out of bed is too much work, When you’re dead wide-awake and you don’t care.

When Mike the Spike came into sight,
After shagging a rose in Brooklyn Heights.
He’s says the Big Town is gonna wail tonight,
And don’t you know that I’m gonna be there.
 [bad word] 
I wish you could be here with me,
On this night in New York City.
I wish you were standing here,
As Broadway opens up her arms.
When the crimson skyline [bad word] black,
And lights up like a favourite song,
I wish you could be here with me,
On this night in New York City.

And in the project homes in Bedford Stuye,
Some sevens flights into the sky
sweet young thing talks to her guy,
With one leg on the windowsill.

She says, they might give you accolades,
And they might play at lawn Croquet,
In beatnik shades of pigeon gray,
But they won’t love you like I will…

And she says.. [bad word] 
The Geronimo Kid was the new St. George,
With a Gibson guitar for a rapier sword.
Drove a Cutlass Supreme to the Rockaway shore,
Slew a hep-cat dragon, jammin’ on the beach.

And the pork-pied-piper blew that song ,
And the Jericho walls came a-tumblin’ down.
And the rats assembled in the middle of the town
And they danced into the shadows and right out of reach.
 [bad word]