Little trip up to the coat-room
For fixing up our heads,
Turning nobody of consequence
To somebody instead.
And all you golden-headed glamour girls,
White-teeth smiles,
Keep the hot-headed wall-streeters
Down for just a while.
And the night is so cold,
The people so pretty.
And I love everyone in New York City.
It's the heavy-handed bar-man
Steady in the night
Selling nobody of consequence
The times of their life
And the fake-ID beauty-queen has just begun to yell
"All you coked-up crew-cuts, hands to yourself"
And my last little dance with the devil
Just hits me
And I love everyone in New York City,
And I love everyone in New York City,
And I love everyone in New York City,
And I love everyone in New York City tonight.
Tonight I'm gonna hold you tight.
Tonight, tonight, I'm gonna hold you tight
All night.
Then the flash-bulb cracks,
Sending shadows on the faces
Of the people of no consequence in unfamiliar places.
It's a hand-clapped smoke-stack,
Rising from the rim
'Til a tall-dark-suit makes an example out of him.
And the music so loud
The girls are so pretty,
And I love everyone in New York City.
And I love everyone in New York City.
And I love everyone in New York City.
And I love everyone in New York City, tonight.
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And I love everyone in New York City.
And I love everyone in New York City.
And I love everyone in New York City.
And I love everyone in New York City, tonight.