New York City - Kevin Johnson
Big plane bass man you're thinner in the face man
And winter is almost on us
Trash can song man letters from the tax man hoping
To hear things from us
And we got nothin' we got nothin'
We can try to persevere for another year
But we're never gonna make it here in New York
City
Hey day pay days whiskey for the dj's
Doesn't leave much for dancing
One hop don't stop make it to the real top
Might as well stop romancing that we're gonna go there
We're goin' nowhere
The rock and roll finds of north caroline
Are never gonna make the big time in New York
City
Southbound greyhound headed for my home town
Leavin' round ten this evening
Down in the old town walking on my home ground
Is reason enough for leavin'
'Cause we got nothin'
We got nothin' the rock and roll finds of north
Caroline
Are never gonna make the big time in New York
City
Never gonna never
New York City
New York City
New York City
