(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 death, on 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 think, i think, i think, i think, i think it's the best,

When i'm locked in the middle of new york city on central park 'n' west

And i know, i know, i know, i know, i know it's a mess,

But you've got to be crazy to live in the city, and 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.

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 woman, sing the songs)

It's time to sing them now.

I'm getting more than high from hearin' 'em

Don't sing them quiet, sing 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 think, i think, i think, i think, i think it's the best,

When i'm locked in the middle of new york city on central park 'n' west

And i know, i know, i know, i know, i know it's a mess,

But you've got to be crazy to live in the city, and new york city's the best.



I know, i know, i know, i know, i know, oh yeah.



I think, i think, i think, i think, i think it's the best,

When i'm locked in the middle of new york city on central park 'n' west.



I know, i know, i know, i know, i know it's a mess,

But you've got to be crazy to live in the city, and new york city's the best.




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