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[Verse 1]
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The Gulf and Western Garbage just ain't the prettiest smell
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When you're sleeping on the 4th floor up, it's like a living hell
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New York's finest rounding up the bums, the firemen get no rest
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And ambulances signal death on Central Park 'n' West


[Verse 2]
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Now there ain't no sheets upon my bed, just a mattress and some wine
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The rain is pouring through the night and I'm glad my life is mine
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When Frank Carillo plays guitar trying to get it off his chest
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He gets the words he needs tonight on Central Park 'n' West


[Chorus]
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And I think, I think, I think, I think, I think it's the best
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When I'm locked in the middle of New York City on Central Park 'n' West
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And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it's a mess
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But you've got to be crazy to live in the city and New York City's the best


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[Verse 3]
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And we all want someone just like me in the city we call home
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She leaves me sometimes when I write 'cause I write better on my own
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Bag ladies take my dollars, put my conscience to the test
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But waitresses give me coffee free on Central Park 'n' West


[Verse 4]
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So, sweet soul woman, sing the songs, it's time to sing them now
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I'm getting more than high from hearin' 'em, don't sing them quiet, sing them loud
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For you sang with the best of them but now you're just a guest
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I tell you we'll get a hotel room on Central Park 'n' West


[Chorus]
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And I think, I think, I think, I think, I think it's the best
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When I'm locked in the middle of New York City on Central Park 'n' West
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And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it's a mess
           D                  A                    D        G          D
But you've got to be crazy to live in the city and New York City's the best


[Instrumental]
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I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it's a guess

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