She Speaks With A Stutter And She

Old New York City Is A Friendly Old Town From Washington Heights To Harlem On Down There's A-mighty Many People All Millin' All Around They'll Kick You When You're Up And Knock You When You're Down It's Hard Times In The City Livin' Down In New York Town

I Make My Stand And Remain As I Am, And Bid Farewell And Not Give A Damn.

I've Been Sitting Down Studying The Art Of Love. I Think It Will Fit Me Like A Glove.

Someone Showed Me A Picture And I Just Laughed, Dignity Never Been Photographed.

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."