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Big Apple Blues
(Jim Lea; Noddy Holder)

Ahh, city streets where the steam and the heat never goes to sleep
Woah, what a sight all the yellow and tans and the black and whites
There's also a dark shade of blue, just strutting along two by two
Their guns hanging low like the cowboys you dig in the old gunfights

But still I got hooked on them big apple blues
And I got hung up on them big apple blues
And I got strung up on them big apple blues
I ain't got nothing to lose

Them hot licks from the hicks satisfy the Manhattan chicks
Them cool schmucks get their hooks on the bucks with their sexy looks
Woah, they all know how to do what good little girls shouldn't do
Oh, I don't care 'bout evasion cause all of that hassle sucks

But still I got hooked on them big apple blues
And I got hung up on them big apple blues
And I got strung up on them big apple blues
I ain't got nothing to lose, ah

I got, got turned on, I got, got turned on
I got, got turned on, I got, got turned on
I got, got turned on, I got, got turned on
I got, got turned on, I got, got turned on
I got, got turned on, I got, got hooked on
I got, got switched on, I got, got turned on
I got, got turned on, I got, got hooked on
I got, got switched on, I got, got turned on, yeah-eh-eh

Oh, city streets where the steam and the heat never goes to sleep
And city walls standing tall, if you fall no-one hears you call
And there are bodies all filled up with wine, saying buddy have you got a dime
The apple ain't bad, it's just bruised and I'm glad that it's there at all

But still I got hooked on them big apple blues
And I got hung up on them big apple blues
Well I got turned on, switched on, hooked on them big apple blues
I got hooked on, snooked on, cooked on them big apple blues
Why I got turned on, turned on, turned on, turned on to them blues
Why I got hooked on, cooked on, snooked on them big apple blues
And I got hooked on them big apple blues
I ain't got nothing to lose

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