Talking Big Apple ’75 Loudon Wainwright III

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Well there's all kinds of cities that I ramble around
But New York, New York, now there's a hell of a town
You know it ain't no lie, and it ain't no guff
They got five big boroughs chock full of stuff
They got skyscrapers
subways
and a sea of humanity

Museums, libraries, culture galore
They got cable tv, how could you ask for more?
And if reality is your cup of meat
They got 42nd Street!
Take a stroll downtown and run the gauntlet

Well the mayor is the mayor call the mayor A Beam (??)
Even dreamed this here big mac scheme
But that big scheme kind of petered out
and President Ford had to bail em out
I don't think his heart was in it though

If you like action, come to NYC
They got murder and rape and robbery
They got all kinds of violence can happen to you
They got broken glass and dog doo-doo
A Saturday night special every night of the week

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