New York

Mm, mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm, mm

Please can we go away
Get out of here somehow today
To a place I've heard on the radio never sleeps

I'll get a job in a bar
You could be a waitress
And serve cheap cigars
To fat mustachioed men in suits
You'll look cute

Fuck what they say
Fuck it if they talk
It really doesn't matter
We're going to New York

Oh, hold on to me
I'm gonna get you out, I'm gonna set you free
To a place I've heard on the radio never sleeps

I'll get a job in a bar
You could be a waitress
And sеrve cheap cigars
To fat mustachioed mеn in suits
You'll look cute

Fuck what they say
Fuck it if they talk
It really don't matter
We're going to New York

Going to New York
Going to New York (ooh-ooh, ooh)