| City streets where the steam and the heat never goes to sleep | 
| What a sight all the yellow and tans and the black and whites | 
| There’s also a dark shade of blue struttin' along two by two | 
| Their guns hangin' low like the cowboys you dig in the old gunfights | 
| But still I got hooked on them big apple blues | 
| And I got hung up on them big apple blues | 
| And I got strung up on them big apple blues | 
| I ain’t got nothin' to lose | 
| Them hot licks from the hicks satisfy the Manhattan chicks | 
| Them cool schmucks get their hooks on the bucks with their sexy looks | 
| They all know how to do what good little girls shouldn’t do | 
| I don’t care 'bout evasion cos all o' that hassle sucks | 
| But still I got hooked on them big apple blues | 
| And I got hung up on them big apple blues | 
| And I got strung up on them big apple blues | 
| I ain’t got nothin' to lose | 
| I got got turned on — I got got turned on — | 
| I got got turned on — I got got turned on | 
| I got got turned on — I got got turned on — | 
| I got got turned on — I got got turned on | 
| I got got turned on — I got got hooked on — | 
| I got got switched on — I got got turned on | 
| I got got turned on — I got got hooked on — | 
| I got got switched on — I got got turned on yeah | 
| City streets where the steam and the heat never goes to sleep | 
| And city walls standing tall if you fall no-one hears you call | 
| There are bodies all filled up with wine sayin' buddy have you got a dime | 
| The apple ain’t bad it’s just bruised and I’m glad that it’s there at all | 
| But still I got hooked on them big apple blues | 
| And I got hung up on them big apple blues | 
| I got strung on switched on hooked on them big apple blues | 
| I got hooked on snooked on cooked on them big apple blues | 
| Why I got to hang on to hang on to hang on to hang on to them blues | 
| Why I got hooked on cooked on snooked on them big apple blues | 
| And I got hooked on them big apple blues | 
| I ain’t got nothin' to lose |