(Mick, I've got a...)



There must be one million stories in New York City, the naked city, and this is one of 'em



I live out on the island, and I got problems

My Mom don't like me, cause she says I know Sultan(?)

Sitting in the cark park, in my old Buick Skylark

Getting high, getting high,

Getting high on the eight track



Oh, listen to the eight track

Oh, listen to the eight track

Oh, listen to the eight track

Oh, listen to the eight track



Oh it ain't easy, when you gotta survive

Keep on giving death, just to survive

Oh get out into the car park, sitting in my own Buick Skylark in the dark

Oh, 'n I'll listen to the eight track

Oh, I'll listen to the eight track

Oh, listen to the eight track

Oh, listen to the eight track

Yeah, can't wind it back

Listen to the eight track

In between the seats, in the cracks

Listen to the eight track



Oh sometimes I get a woman in here

And I put on Bruce Springsteen's new double album

And then, just when everything's getting hot

I start turning the volume right down low

Baby, let me snuggle right next to you



You turned to me sweetly, you know what she said,

She said, turn up the eight track

Oh listen to the eight track

Oh listen to the eight track, ain't no winding it back

Listen to the eight track

Listen to the eight track

Listen to the eight track



There must have been about a million stories in New York City, the naked city, and this has been one of them!