Letra da Música: New York, New York 10009 - Sabá

Got Into Town On a Saturday Night
With a Fender Guitar and I Checked Out the Sights
And I Drank My Way Down to the Lower East Side
Coz I Was Nuts About Thunders and Suicide
Then I Formed a Band Called the Major Thinkers
With a Couple of Musicians and Some Heavy Drinkers
And I Went Up to Max's and I Said, "Hey Man,
I'm Gonna Blow Your Club Right Off the Map"

New York, New York What Have You Done
You've Wrecked Me 'til I Have Become
Half the Man I Might Have Been
Half the Hero of My Dream
New York, New York It's Over Now
You Beat Me Still I Know Somehow
Just For Once I'm Gonna Prove You Wrong
Just to Show You I Was Right All Along

Well I Met Sheila Down At Blanche's Bar
She Was Dressed All in Black and Her Heart Was a Scar
She Took Me Back to Avenue C
We Were Happy There, Her and Me
'til a Man From the Black Rock Saw the Band
And He Said "You Dudes Are Just Sizzling Hot and
We're Gonna Cut a Record and Make You All Stars
But First Things First, Sign Your Soul Away Here...

Yeah We Cut a Song About Avenue B
And the Boxes Boomed It All Over the Streets
But the Record Company Screwed Us All Up
And Sheila Went Off and Joined the Scientology Church
Then Mike Stopped a Bullet in Staten Island
And My Whole World Turned Ultra Violent
But There's One Last Thing I Gotta See Through
There's One Last Thing I Gotta Say to You

Oh Sheila, Baby, Give Me One More Chance
I've Just Gone and Started Black '47
I Don't Care About the Money, You Can Keep the Fame
I Just Want to Beat This City At Its Own Dumb Game