Little trip up to the coat-room for fixing up our heads, Turning nobody of consequence to somebody instead. And all you golden-headed glamour girls, white-teeth smiles, keep the hot-headed wall-streeters down for just a while. And the night is so cold, the people so pretty. And I love everyone in New York City. It's the heavy-handed bar-man
steady in the night selling nobody of consequence the times of their life and the fake-ID beauty-queen has just begun to yell "All you coked-up crew-cuts, hands to yourself" And my last little dance with the devil just hits me And I love everyone in New York City, And I love everyone in New York City, And I love everyone in New York City, And I love everyone in New York City tonight. Tonight I'm gonna hold you tight. Tonight, tonight, I'm gonna hold you tight All night. Then the flash-bulb cracks, sending shadows on the faces of the people of no consequence in unfamiliar places. It's a hand-clapped smoke-stack, rising from the rim 'til a tall-dark-suit makes an example out of him. And the music so loud the girls are so pretty, and I love everyone in New York City. And I love everyone in New York City. And I love everyone in New York City. And I love everyone in New York City, tonight. And I love everyone in New York City. And I love everyone in New York City. And I love everyone in New York City. And I love everyone in New York City, tonight.