New York City   let's hunker down here in New York City shoulder your radio crank it up loud the gals are goodlooking the sidewalks are shitty let's wall ourselves in and pretend to be proud yeah let's call people assholes and tune people out cause we watch people hear people feel people taste people hope people sell people hate people waste people wear people smell people worry people about the damn time till we're silly count dimes for the phone spit at dogs pick our ticks and hoot that yeah we really heart New York City and we cuddle its bricks and we drink of its soot and we eat of its booty close our eyes line our face talk our lies live on stage New York you are us and we're beasts in a cage     © Michael Fleming New York, New York July 1982