New York

Could you spot me 65 cents?

I've gone through all of my pockets

And this cocksucker barman's gonna end me

For the price of my whiskey and coke,

New York City, she's no ****ing joke

New York City, she's no ****ing joke

See, I sexed up my resume,and learned every song one could want...

But I still ain't the type.

Couple pounds overweight,

Too plain for the boys who make heroes outta lookers like you.

New York City's too good to be true...

But, oh! Ask back in Kansas!

You find the consensus is, I've reached the top here!

And though I appear broke and breathless,

I'm young and I'm reckless enough to not know when to stop...

See? My lady, she's pretty.

She talks like a dream! The epitome of guilty persuasion.

She says, I can't come home till I finally

Roll up my sleeves, and make good what I spoke.

New York City, she's no ****ing joke.

Yeah, I can see you're uncomfortable...

You stare at the beer you've been drinking and wish you was gone.

Shit, like at Hooters' you'd be free from the loosers like me.

Plugging strangers for kind words and smoke.

New York City she's no ****ing joke.

Oh, you break free from Kansas.

With hard-ons for the countless brass rings on each block here.

And though this bitch will beat you senseless.

I'm destine to win this, and fly...

Just for right now, I'm stuck...

So what's the word on them 65 cents?

Shit, it's no sweat, my friend...

There's a smile at the end of the bar, maybe "Payday's the day!"

In New York City, there's always a way!