Lyrics New York City Serenade - Bruce Springsteen

New York City Serenade

Billy, he’s down by the railroad tracks\nSitting low in the back seat of his Cadillac\nDiamond Jackie, she’s so intact\nAs she falls so softly beneath him\nJackie’s heels are stacked\nBilly’s got cleats on his boots\nTogether they’re gonna boogaloo down Broadway\nAnd come back home with the loot\nIt’s midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute\nIt’s a mad dog’s promenade\nSo walk tall\nOr baby, don’t walk at all\nFish lady, oh, fish lady, fish lady\nShe baits them tenement walls\nShe won’t take corner boys\nThey ain’t got no money\nAnd they’re so easy\nI said, «Hey, baby won’t you take my hand?\nWalk with me down Broadway\nWell mama, take my arm and move with me down Broadway,» yeah\nI’m a young man, I talk real loud\nYeah babe, I walk real proud for you\nAh, so shake it away\nSo shake away your street life\nShake away your city life\nHook up to the train\nAnd hook up to the night train\nHook it up\nHook up to the, hook up to the train\nBut I know that she won’t take the train, no, she won’t take the train\nNo, she won’t take the train, no, she won’t take the train\nOh, she won’t take the train, no, she won’t take the train\nOh, she won’t take the train, no, she won’t take the train\nShe’s afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down\nAnd when she turns, this boy’ll be gone\nSo long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on\nHey, vibes man, hey, jazz man, aw, play me a serenade\nAny deeper blue and you’re playing in your grave\nSave your notes, don’t spend 'em on the blues boy\nSave your notes, don’t spend 'em on the darling yearling sharp boy\nStraight for the church note ringing, vibes man sting a trash can\nListen to your junk man\nAw, listen to your junk man\nListen to your junk man\nOh, listen to your junk man\nHe’s singing (Singing)\nHe’s singing (Singing)\nHe’s singing (Singing)\nAll dressed up in satin, walking past the alley (Singing)\nHe’s singing, singing, singing, singing\nSinging, singing, singing, singing\nOh, oh, oh, oh yeah\n(Singing, singing, singing)\nOh, oh, ooh, ooh\nOh yeah\nWatch I’ma be a junk man\nOh, watch I’ma be a junk man\nCome on, little girl\nWon’t ya?\nWatch I’ma be a junk man