Another New York Day
I leave a hand print on my window pane
Beside the one I left there yesterday
I cast an eye into the streets
As they look back at me
Then it starts to rain
The organ grinder with his chimpanzee
Looks up to smile and then performs for me
And all the while I watch
The big shots pass him by
As he plays to eat
Below the prostitutes and pushers
Are hustling to make a buck
Doing anything you want them to
For just fifty bucks
Men dressed up as women
Women hustling women
Dressed up as men
On the face of this earth
There's no place that is quite the same
It seems unusual
But in fact it's just another day
The city seems alive
Another New York day
An empty bottle on the shelf
Looks down at me
The silence is broken
As the clock strikes three
I walk alone into the night
And look at strangers
As they look back at me
Haven't sold a painting
It's been quite a while
I think I've lost my touch
Perhaps I'll change my style
I've noticed all the faces
Seem to lack a smile
But that's the mood I'm in
Below the prostitutes and pushers
Are hustling to make a buck
Doing anything you want them to
For just fifty bucks
Men dressed up as women
Women hustling women
Dressed up as men
On the face of this earth
There's no place that is quite the same
It seems unusual
But in fact it's just another day
It all seems so alive
Another New York day
Beside the one I left there yesterday
I cast an eye into the streets
As they look back at me
Then it starts to rain
The organ grinder with his chimpanzee
Looks up to smile and then performs for me
And all the while I watch
The big shots pass him by
As he plays to eat
Below the prostitutes and pushers
Are hustling to make a buck
Doing anything you want them to
For just fifty bucks
Men dressed up as women
Women hustling women
Dressed up as men
On the face of this earth
There's no place that is quite the same
It seems unusual
But in fact it's just another day
The city seems alive
Another New York day
An empty bottle on the shelf
Looks down at me
The silence is broken
As the clock strikes three
I walk alone into the night
And look at strangers
As they look back at me
Haven't sold a painting
It's been quite a while
I think I've lost my touch
Perhaps I'll change my style
I've noticed all the faces
Seem to lack a smile
But that's the mood I'm in
Below the prostitutes and pushers
Are hustling to make a buck
Doing anything you want them to
For just fifty bucks
Men dressed up as women
Women hustling women
Dressed up as men
On the face of this earth
There's no place that is quite the same
It seems unusual
But in fact it's just another day
It all seems so alive
Another New York day
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Writer(s): Luigi Ceniccola
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