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DGinger Elvis PF#m7resley looked a fraGction sadD DRoaming the whole Atown from bin to binG DWell living on the F#m7streets wasn't Gall that badD DWhere no-one seemed to Aknow that he was GKing D
The Bmsound of New York City isn't pF#m7olice sirens wailing It's the Dsound of Wall Street F#m7tills whilst Geveryone else is faDiling
Sometimes you F#m7feel expensive Sometimes you feels so cheap GYou can roam the streets a DKing GWhilst everyone's Dasleep You can mime to aF#m7ny record With a Ghairbrush or a Dspoon But Gmaj7God help the singer out of tunAe
A crippled Mohammad Ali looked at bad luck in the mirror Bad luck looked back at him and sighed He looked a good foot smaller and a couple of stone thinner And if anyone came toward him he would hide The sound of North America isn't Christians quietly praying It's the sound of shuffling feet that don't know where they're staying Sometimes you feel expensive sometimes you feels so cheap You can roam the streets a King whilst everyone's asleep You can fight with anybody with a glimmer of a chance But God help the boxer with no hands A homeless Greta Garbo moves across the street The moonlight shining clearly through her skirt A real life living legend that no-one wants to meet And that's when being Garbo really hurts The lyrics of "New York" may have Frank Sinatra singing But the rhythm and the melody were dead black men swinging Sometimes you feel expensive sometimes you feels so cheap You can roam the streets a Queen whilst everyone's asleep You can act with anybody from the cradle to the crypt But God help the actress who doesn't know the script