The Black 47 - New York, New York 10009 lyrics

Got into town on a Saturday night With a Fender guitar and I checked out the sights And I drank my way down to the Lower East Side Coz I was nuts about Thunders and Suicide Then I formed a band called the Major Thinkers With a couple of musicians and some heavy drinkers And I went up to Max's and I said, "Hey man, I'm gonna blow your club right off the map" New York, New York what have you done You've wrecked me 'til I have become Half the man I might have been Half the hero of my dream New York, New York it's over now You beat me still I know somehow Just for once I'm gonna prove you wrong Just to show you I was right all along Well I met Sheila down at Blanche's bar She was dressed all in black and her heart was a scar She took me back to Avenue C We were happy there, her and me 'Til a man from the Black Rock saw the band And he said "You dudes are just sizzling hot and We're gonna cut a record and make you all stars But first things first, sign your soul away here... Yeah we cut a song about Avenue B And the boxes boomed it all over the streets But the record company screwed us all up And Sheila went off and joined the scientology church Then Mike stopped a bullet in Staten Island And my whole world turned ultra violent But there's one last thing I gotta see through There's one last thing I gotta say to you Oh Sheila, baby, give me one more chance I've just gone and started Black '47 I don't care about the money, you can keep the fame I just want to beat this city at its own dumb game