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 I said whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo I'm streetwise I can improvise I said 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? Say 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-bopulation And I got street savoir-faire Everything goes Everything fits They love me at the Chelsea They adore me at the Ritz Why should I worry? Why should I care? And even when I cross that line I got street savoir-faire Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo