LRC歌词
NYC What is it about you
You're big
You're loud
You're tough NYC
I go years without you
Then I can't get enough
Enough of the cab drivers answering back
In the language far from pure
Enough of frankfurters answering back
Brother, you know you're in NYC
Too busy, too crazy
Too hot, too cold, too late
I'm sold again on NYC
Come on you slowpokes
We gotta get to the Roxy before the prices change
NYC
The shadows at sundown
The roofs, that scrape, the sky
NYC
The rich and the rundown
The big parade goes by
What other town has the Empire State
And a mayor, five foot two
No other town in the whole forty eight
Can half compare to you
Oh, NYC
You make 'em all postcards
You crowd, you cramp
You're still the champ
Amen For NYC, NYC
The shimmer of Times Square
The pulse, the beat
The drive, NYC
The city's bright
As a penny arcade
It blinks, it tilts, it rings
To think that I've lived here all of my life
And never seen these things
Oh, NYC
The whole world keeps coming
By bus, by train
You can't explain
Their yen for
Star to be NYC
Just got here this morning
Three bucks, two bags
One me,
NYC
I give you fair warning
Up there in lights I'll be
Go ask the Gershwins or Kaufman and Hart
The place they love the best
Though California pays big for their art
Their fan mail comes addressed to NYC
Tomorrow a penthouse
That's way up high
Tonight the "Y"
Why not?
It's NYC
NYC
You're standing room only
You crowd, you cramp
You're still the champ
Amen For
NY
Keep it quiet down there
C
Immediate seating, there is immediate seating
Popcorn, what do you say to some popcorn?
I haven't had popcorn since
Give in, don't fight
Good girl, good night
Sleep tight in NYC
You're big
You're loud
You're tough NYC
I go years without you
Then I can't get enough
Enough of the cab drivers answering back
In the language far from pure
Enough of frankfurters answering back
Brother, you know you're in NYC
Too busy, too crazy
Too hot, too cold, too late
I'm sold again on NYC
Come on you slowpokes
We gotta get to the Roxy before the prices change
NYC
The shadows at sundown
The roofs, that scrape, the sky
NYC
The rich and the rundown
The big parade goes by
What other town has the Empire State
And a mayor, five foot two
No other town in the whole forty eight
Can half compare to you
Oh, NYC
You make 'em all postcards
You crowd, you cramp
You're still the champ
Amen For NYC, NYC
The shimmer of Times Square
The pulse, the beat
The drive, NYC
The city's bright
As a penny arcade
It blinks, it tilts, it rings
To think that I've lived here all of my life
And never seen these things
Oh, NYC
The whole world keeps coming
By bus, by train
You can't explain
Their yen for
Star to be NYC
Just got here this morning
Three bucks, two bags
One me,
NYC
I give you fair warning
Up there in lights I'll be
Go ask the Gershwins or Kaufman and Hart
The place they love the best
Though California pays big for their art
Their fan mail comes addressed to NYC
Tomorrow a penthouse
That's way up high
Tonight the "Y"
Why not?
It's NYC
NYC
You're standing room only
You crowd, you cramp
You're still the champ
Amen For
NY
Keep it quiet down there
C
Immediate seating, there is immediate seating
Popcorn, what do you say to some popcorn?
I haven't had popcorn since
Give in, don't fight
Good girl, good night
Sleep tight in NYC
文本歌词
NYC What is it about youYou're bigYou're loudYou're tough NYCI go years without youThen I can't get enoughEnough of the cab drivers answering backIn the language far from pureEnough of frankfurters answering backBrother, you know you're in NYCToo busy, too crazyToo hot, too cold, too lateI'm sold again on NYCCome on you slowpokesWe gotta get to the Roxy before the prices changeNYCThe shadows at sundownThe roofs, that scrape, the skyNYCThe rich and the rundownThe big parade goes byWhat other town has the Empire StateAnd a mayor, five foot twoNo other town in the whole forty eightCan half compare to youOh, NYCYou make 'em all postcardsYou crowd, you crampYou're still the champAmen For NYC, NYCThe shimmer of Times SquareThe pulse, the beatThe drive, NYCThe city's brightAs a penny arcadeIt blinks, it tilts, it ringsTo think that I've lived here all of my lifeAnd never seen these thingsOh, NYCThe whole world keeps comingBy bus, by trainYou can't explainTheir yen forStar to be NYCJust got here this morningThree bucks, two bagsOne me,NYCI give you fair warningUp there in lights I'll beGo ask the Gershwins or Kaufman and HartThe place they love the bestThough California pays big for their artTheir fan mail comes addressed to NYCTomorrow a penthouseThat's way up highTonight the "Y"Why not?It's NYCNYCYou're standing room onlyYou crowd, you crampYou're still the champAmen ForNYKeep it quiet down thereCImmediate seating, there is immediate seatingPopcorn, what do you say to some popcorn?I haven't had popcorn sinceGive in, don't fightGood girl, good nightSleep tight in NYC
