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Ginger elvis presley looked a fraction sad
Roaming the whole town from bin to bin
Well living on the streets wasnt all that bad
Where no-one seemed to know that he was king
The sound of new york city
Isnt police sirens wailing
Its the sound of wall street tills
Whilst everyone is failing
Sometimes you feel expensive
Sometimes you feels so cheap
You can roam the streets a king
Whilst everyones asleep
You can mime to any record
With a hairbrush or a spoon
But God help the singer out of tune
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
Isnt christians quietly praying
Its the sound of shuffling feet
That dont know where theyre going
Sometimes you feel expensive
Sometimes you feels so cheap
You can roam the streets a king
Whilst everyones 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 thats 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 everyones asleep
You can act with anybody
From the cradle to the crypt
But God help the actress
Who doesnt know the script
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