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Oh, well, I was born in a little bitty tar hutAnd they called me a man 'cause I couldn'tKeep my big, big mouth shutSo what's the sense of me sitting here leavingWhen any ole day I might be evenAnd Lord knows that New York City's gotA lot to do with itI wish someday I could find the wayTo get it out of my grainThis dirty old town's gonna sink right downAnd I don't want to go with itWell I wish there was a way thatI knew to get evenA way to get a lick inA bobbin' and a weavin'Any ole thing besides goin' and a leavin'You can do on a trainWell, I once knew a man who sailed aroundThe world twiceHe would have made it three but he tookA lot of bad adviceSo you just tell me what's the sense of meSittin' here leavin'When any ole day I might get evenAnd Lord knows New York City's gotSongtexteA lot to do with itI wish someday I could find a way to get it outOf my brainThis dirty old town's gonna sink right downAnd I don't want to go with itI wish there was a way that I knew to get even,Way to get a lick inA 'bobbin' and a'weavin'Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin'You can do on a trainOh, yes!Well, I once knew a man who sailed aroundThe world twiceBut his motor cooled down and now he'sDeliverin' iceTell me what's the sense of himSittin' here leavin'When any ole day he might get evenAnd Lord knows New York City's gotA lot to do with itI wish someday he could find a way to get it outOf his brainThis dirty old town's gonna sink right downAnd I don't want to go with itI wish there was a way that I knew to get evenWay to get a lick inA 'bobbin and a'weavin'And all the things besides goin' and a'leavin'You can do on a trainOh, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania