Clad in black
Don't look back
Well you're slim and you're weak
You've got the teeth
Of the Hydra upon you
Well you're built like a car
You've got a hubcap
Diamond star halo
You're an untamed youth
That's the truth
With your cloak full of eagles
Well you're windy and wild
You've got the blues
Get It On
Bang a gong
Get It On
Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York
There is no political solution
To our troubled evolution
Have no faith in constitution
There is no bloody revolution
We are spirits in the material world
Our so called leaders speak
With words they try to jail you
They subjugate the meek
But it's the rhetoric of failure
We are spirits in the material world
Where does the answer lie?
Living from day to day
If it's something we can't buy
There must be another way
We are spirits in the material world
Are spirits in the material world
You say the hill's too steep to climb
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb the hill in my own way
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
Smiling
Merciless the magistrate turns 'round
Frowning
And who's the fool who wears the crown
Go down in your own way
Well, I'm going down to Florida
And get some sand in my shoes
Or maybe Californy
And get some sand in my shoes
I'll ride that Orange Blossom Special
And lose these New York blues
