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Hey, hey, honey, what's on your mind. Well, you said that sleepin' with a poor band's not your style. Ain't that just a little unkind? Hey, Marlon Brando, what would you do in a spot like this? I don't play as your pawn tonight, doin' the New York Hustle with a hundred dollar miss. Summer night in the city, New York girls, they always make you feel so fine. There's music, and I can always hear it playin'. New York nights and there's music in the streets. (Try'n' to catch a cab in New Your City) (New York girls are, oh, so pretty) (Try'n' to catch a cab in New Your City) (New York girls make you feel so fine) (Try'n' to catch a cab in New Your City) (New York girls are, oh, so pretty) (Try'n' to catch a cab in New Your City) (and there's music in the streets) A-doin' the Eight Avenue shuffle on a Friday afternoon, with the hum of a thousand engines singin' that old familiar tune. And, now, yakety yak and don't talk back Songtextewhen a guy lay me down with my Pontiac. Tell those high school queens of mine that the prom was for your monkey shine. Summer night in the city, New York girls, they always make you feel so fine. There's music, and I can always hear it playin'. New York nights and there's music in the streets. Another night, another town, I'm out on the road and there's no one around and it's rainin', yeah, it's rainin'. Silence is all around; it's cold and lonely oh darlin', if only I could feel it. Oh, can you feel it? Oh, can you feel it? Oooh, can you feel it? Oh, can you feel it? Oooh, can you feel it? Ooh. Doin' the Eight Avenue shuffle on a Friday afternoon, with the hum of a thousand engines singin' that old familiar tune. Hey, Marlon Brando, you'll agree it feels so fine, doin' the New York Hustle, these girls are doin' the monkey shine. Summer night in the city, New York girls, they always make you feel so fine. There's music, and I can always hear it playin'. New York nights and there's music in the streets Aus Songtexte Mania