The Sound of North America The Beautiful South
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[Verse 1]
Ginger Elvis Presley
Looked a fraction sad
Roaming the whole town
From bin to bin
Well, living on the streets
Wasn't all that bad
Where no one seemed to know
That he was King
[Pre-Chorus 1]
The sound of New York City
Isn't police sirens wailing
It's the sound of Wall Street tills
Whilst everyone else is failing
[Chorus 1]
Sometimes you feel expensive
Sometimes you feel so cheap
You can roam the streets a king
Whilst everyone's asleep
You can mime to any record
With a hairbrush or a spoon
But God help the singer
Out of tune
Ginger Elvis Presley
Looked a fraction sad
Roaming the whole town
From bin to bin
Well, living on the streets
Wasn't all that bad
Where no one seemed to know
That he was King
[Pre-Chorus 1]
The sound of New York City
Isn't police sirens wailing
It's the sound of Wall Street tills
Whilst everyone else is failing
[Chorus 1]
Sometimes you feel expensive
Sometimes you feel so cheap
You can roam the streets a king
Whilst everyone's asleep
You can mime to any record
With a hairbrush or a spoon
But God help the singer
Out of tune
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