New York Groove [bad word] Ballard

Many years since I was here, on the street I was passin' my time away 
To the left and to the right, buildings towering to the sky 
It's outta sight in the dead of night 
Here I am, and in this city, with a fistful of dollars 
And baby, you'd better believe 
 [bad word]  
I'm back, back in the New York Groove 
I'm back, back in the New York Groove 
I'm back, back in the New York Groove 
Back in the New York Groove, in the New York Groove 

In the back of my Cadillac 
wicked lady, sittin' by my side, sayin' 'Where are we?' 
Stop at Third and Forty-three, exit to the night 
It's gonna be ecstacy, this place was meant for me 

Feels so good tonight, who cares about tomorrow 
So baby, you'd better believe 
 [bad word] 

I'm back, back in the New York Groove (repeats out)