Hey, hey, honey, what's on your mindnWell, you said that sleepin' with a poor band's not your stylenAin't that just a little unkindnHey, Marlon Brando, what would you do in a spot like thisnI don't play as your pawn tonightnnDoin' the New York Hustle with a hundred dollar miss nSummer night in the citynNew York girls they always make you feel so finenThere's music, and I can always hear it playin'nNew York Nights and there's music in the streets nnA doin' the Eighth Avenue Shuffle on a Friday afternoonnWith the hum of a thousand enginesnSingin' that old familiar tunenAnd now yakety yak and don't talk backnWhen a guy lay me down with my PontiacnTell those high school queens of mine that thenProm was for your monkey shine nnTry 'n' a catch a cab in New York CitynNew York girls are oh, so prettynTry 'n' a catch a cab in New York CitynNew York girls make you feel so finenTry 'n' a catch a cab in New York CitynNew York girls are oh, so prettynTry 'n' a catch a cab in New York CitynMusic in the streets nnAnother night, another townnI'm out on the road and ther's no one aroundnAnd it's rainin', yeah, it's rainin'nSilence is all aroundnIt's cold and lonely, oh darlin', if only I could feel itnOh, can you feel it nnEighth Avenue Shuffle on a Friday afternoonnWith the hum of a thousand enginesnSingin' that old familiar tunenHey, Marlon Brando, do you agree it feels so finenDoin' the New York HustlenThese girls are doin' the monkey shine nnSummer night in the citynNew York girls they always make you feel so finenThere's music, and I can always hear it playin'nNew York Nights and there's music in the streets