Many years snice I was here, on the street I was passin' my time away

To the left and to the right, buildings towering to the sky

It's outta sight in the dead night



Here I am and in this city, with a fistful of dollars

And baby, you'd better belive



Chorus:

I'm back, back in the New York groove

I'm back, back in the New York groove

I'm back, back in the New York groove



Back in the New York groove, in the New York groove



In the back of my Cadillac

A wicked lady, sittin' by my side, sayin' "Where are we?"

Stop at third and forty-three, exit to the night

It's gonna be ecstacy, this place was meant for me



Feels so good tonight, who cares about tomorrow

So baby, you'd better belive



Chorus



I'm back, back in the New York groove (repeats out