One minute I'm in Central Park Then I'm down on Delancey Street From the Bowery to St Marks There's a syncopated beat
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo I'm streetwise I can improvise Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo I'm streetsmart I've got New York City heart
Why should I worry? Why should I care? I may not have a dime But I got street savoir faire Why should I worry? Why should I care? It's just bebopulation And I got street savoir faire
The rhythm of the city But once you get it down Then you can own this town You can wear the crown
Why should I worry? Tell me, Why should I care? I may not have a dime, oh But I got street savoir faire Why should I worry? Why should I care? It's just doo-wopulation And I got street savoir faire
Ev'rything goes Ev'rything fits They love me at the Chelsea They adore me at the Ritz
Why should I worry? Why should I care? Even when I cross that line I got street savoir faire