(ian hunter)

The gulf and western garbage
Just ain't the prettiest smell
When you're sleeping on the 4th floor up
It's like a living hell
New york's finest rounding up the bums
The firemen get no rest
And ambulances signal deathon central park 'n' west.

Now there ain't no sheets upon my bed
Just a mattress and some wine.
The rain is pouring through the night
And I'm glad my life is mine.
When frank carillo plays guitar
Trying to get it off his chest.
He gets the words he needs tonight
On central park 'n' west.

And I thinkI thinkI thinkI thinkI think it's the best
When I'm locked in the middle of new york city on central park 'n' west
And I knowI knowI knowI knowI know it's a mess
But you've got to be crazy to live in the cityand new york city's the best.

And we all want just someone just like me
In the city we call home.
She leaves me sometimes when I write
'cause I write better on my own.
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Bag ladies take my dollars)
Put my conscience to the test.
But waitresses give me coffee free
On central park 'n' west.

So sing soul womansing the songs)
It's time to sing them now.
I'm getting more than high from hearin' 'em
Don't sing them quietsing them loud.
For you sang with the best of them
But now you're just a guest.
I tell you we'll get a hotel room
On central park 'n' west.

'cause I thinkI thinkI thinkI thinkI think it's the best
When I'm locked in the middle of new york city on central park 'n' west
And I knowI knowI knowI knowI know it's a mess
But you've got to be crazy to live in the cityand new york city's the best.

I knowI knowI knowI knowI knowoh yeah.

I thinkI thinkI thinkI thinkI think it's the best
When I'm locked in the middle of new york city on central park 'n' west.

I knowI knowI knowI knowI know it's a mess
But you've got to be crazy to live in the cityand new york city's the best.

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