(New York, New York city spreed...) Dance to the rhythm boy, And die young But make sure we're having fun. And they say the year that radio died It was in 1985. (New York, New York city speed...) And we got so messed up (New York, New York city speed...) Tune in. Make out. Break up. It's new york city speed. Come on. Get in. Hang on. It's new york city speed. Pass out. Wake up. And i won't let you down. (New York, New York city speed...) Sing till your heart is sore You want more like Life played back in fast-forward And I knew the year that video died It was in 1995 (New York, New York city speed...) And we got so fucked up. (New York, New York city speed...) Look good. Talk lesss. Act bad. It's new york city speed. Shut up. Put out. Come on. It's new york city speed. Dress up. Let go. And i won't let you down New York, New York city speed And i won't let you down (x3) New York, New York city speed