It couldn't have happened anywhere but in little old New York.
Pull up the shades so I can see New York. I don't want to go home in the dark.
It'll be a great place if they ever finish it.
Well, little old Noisyville-on-the Subway is good enough for me.
Greenwich Village.. The village of low rents and high arts.
Oh, I know what to do when I see victuals coming toward me in little old Bagdad-on-the-Subway. I strike the asphalt three times with my forehead and get ready to spiel yarns for my supper.