| Way up North, there’s a whole lotta money
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| They got gals doin' things they don’t wanna do
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| They know pals on the force and the government they pay
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| They push pain to earn easy money
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| Go downtown, just to buy them a honey for the day
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| Lonesome Joe has a store on the corner
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| He’s been there many years, workin' night and day
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| He’s alright, left alone, long as he does what they say
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| Rainy days that used to be sunny
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| Every week, he pays easy money and he prays that they’ll stay away
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| In ol' New York
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| Everyday people
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| Never talk
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| Of what they’ll do one day
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| And in New York
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| They’re layin' out easy money
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| Way down south there’s a scam they got goin'
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| They got guys from the east, north and everywhere
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| Pushin' girls on the street, who are paying to be there
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| They own folks who should know much better
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| They sold out, they keep gettin' fatter and don’t care
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| They just don’t care
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| In ol' New York
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| Everyday people
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| Never talk
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| Of what they’ll do one day
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| And in New York
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| They’re livin' on easy money
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| It’s your money |