Hey, hey, honey, whats on your mind
Well, you said that sleepin with a poor bands not your style
Aint that just a little unkind
Hey, Marlon Brando, what would you do in a spot like this
I dont play as your pawn tonight
Doin the New York Hustle with a hundred dollar miss
Summer night in the city
New York girls they always make you feel so fine
Theres music, and I can always hear it playin
New York Nights and theres music in the streets

A doin the Eighth Avenue Shuffle on a Friday afternoon
With the hum of a thousand engines
Singin that old familiar tune
And now yakety yak and dont talk back
When a guy lay me down with my Pontiac
Tell those high school queens of mine that the
Prom was for your monkey shine

Try n a catch a cab in New York City
New York girls are oh, so pretty
Try n a catch a cab in New York City
New York girls make you feel so fine
Try n a catch a cab in New York City
New York girls are oh, so pretty
Try n a catch a cab in New York City
Music in the streets

Another night, another town
Im out on the road and thers no one around
And its rainin, yeah, its rainin
Silence is all around
Its cold and lonely, oh darlin, if only I could feel it
Oh, can you feel it

Eighth Avenue Shuffle on a Friday afternoon
With the hum of a thousand engines
Singin that old familiar tune
Hey, Marlon Brando, do you agree it feels so fine
Doin the New York Hustle
These girls are doin the monkey shine

Summer night in the city
New York girls they always make you feel so fine
Theres music, and I can always hear it playin
New York Nights and theres music in the streets