One minute I'm in Central Park
Then I'm down on Delancey Street
From the Bowery to St Marks
There's a syncopated beat

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
I'm streetwise
I can improvise
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
I'm streetsmart
I've got New York City heart

Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
I may not have a dime
But I got street savoir faire
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just bebopulation
And I got street savoir faire

The rhythm of the city
But once you get it down
Then you can own this town
You can wear the crown

Why should I worry? Tell me,
Why should I care?
I may not have a dime, oh
But I got street savoir faire
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just doo [bad word] And I got street savoir faire

Ev'rything goes
Ev'rything fits
They love me at the Chelsea
They adore me at the Ritz

Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
Even when I cross that line
I got street savoir faire

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Say Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo