(Patrick Simmons)

Hey, hey, honey, what's on your mind

Well, you said that sleepin' with a poor band's not your style

Ain't that just a little unkind

Hey, Marlon Brando, what would you do in a spot like this

I don't 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

There's music, and I can always hear it playin'

New York Nights and there's 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 don't 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

I'm out on the road and ther's no one around

And it's rainin', yeah, it's rainin'

Silence is all around

It's 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

There's music, and I can