Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New York City, artist - Village People. Album song Sex Over the Phone, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 30.04.2009
Record label: Can't Stop Productions NYC
Song language: English
New York City |
Standing on the corner, just me and yoko ono, |
We was waiting for jerry to land. |
Up come a man with a guitar in his hand, |
Singing, «have a marijuana, if you can.» |
His name was david peel and we found that he was real, |
He sang, «the pope smokes dope evryday.» |
Up come a policeman, shoved us of the street, |
Singing, «power to the people today.» |
New york city! |
New york city! |
New york city! |
Que pasa, new york? |
Que pasa, new york? |
Hey! |
hey! |
Well, down to maxs, kansas city, got down the nitty gritty |
With the elephants memory band. |
Laid something down as the news spread around |
About the plastic ono elephants memory band. |
Well, we played some funky boogie, and laid some tutti fritti, |
Singing, «long tall sallys a man.» |
Up come a preacher man, tryin to be a teacher, |
Singing, «gods a red herring in drag!» |
New york city! |
New york city! |
New york city! |
Que pasa, new york? |
Que pasa, new york? |
Ha! |
ha! |
Hey! |
hey! |
hey! |
hey! |
Hey! |
Oh yeah! |
Hey! |
new york city! |
Alright, new york city! |
New york city! |
Que pasa, new york? |
Que pasa, new york? |
Hey! |
hey! |
Well, we did the staten island ferry, making movies for the telly, |
Played the fillmore and apollo for freedom. |
Tried to shake our image, just a-cycling through the village, |
But we found that we had left it back in london. |
Well, nobody came to bug us, hustle us or shove us, |
We decided to make it our home. |
If the man wants to shove us out, we gonna jump and shout, |
The statue of liberty said, «come!» |
New york city! |
New york city! |
New york city! |
Que pasa, new york? |
Que pasa, new york? |
Hey! |
hey! |
Oh, new york! |
Uh, uh, uh. |
Well, new york, yeh, |
Alright! |
Oh, new york city! |
Back in new york city! |
Yeah, new york city! |
Que pasa, new york? |
Que pasa, new york? |
Ass city! |
Down in the village, |
Yeah, what a city! |
Que pasa, new york? |
Que pasa, new york? |
Yeah, rock on! |
Ow! |
uh! |
Yeah! |
Que pasa, new york? |
Que pasa, new york? |
Hey! |
what a bad, bad city! |
Bad-ass city! |
Bad-ass city! |
Que pasa, new york? |
Que pasa, new york? |
Hey, city! |
city! |
Another version |
Recorded live at the madison square garden, new york, n.y. |
30 august 1972 |
Power to the people! |
Power to the people! |
Power to the people! |
Power to the people! |
Power to the people! |
Power to the people! |
Power to the people! |
Power to the people! |
Power to the people! |
Two, three, four! |
Standing on the corner, just me and yoko ono, |
We was waiting for her hour to land, |
Up come a man with a guitar in his hand, |
«have marijuana if you can.» |
Well, his name was david peel |
And we found that he was real, |
«the pope smokes dope evry day.» |
Up come the police, shoved us off the street, |
Singing, «power to the people today!» |
New york city! |
Madison square garden! |
Hey! |
Whats happenin, man? |
Went back to kansas city, laid down the nitty gritty |
With the elephants memory band. |
Laid something down as the news spread around |
About the plastic ono elephants memory band. |
Played some tutti frutti and played some funky boogie, |
«long tall sallys a man!» |
Up come the preacherman, tryin to be a teacher, |
Singing, «gods a red herring in drag!» |
New york city! |
New york city! |
New york city! |
Que pasa, new york? |
Que pasa, new york? |
Hey! |
Ow! |
Ooh! |
Well, new york city, babe! |
New york! |
New york city! |
Yeah, new york city! |
Down in the village! |
New york city! |
Come on, hit it! |
Ah, what a bad ass city! |
Yeah! |
Roll over! |