Hey jim
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way you spell new york...right on

No matter what i feed my guests
They always like my kitchen the best
Cause i got a whole lotta
Cocaine running around in my brain

Man o man o man i gotta be on the run
Cause i gotta meet that setting sun
I gotta whole lotta
Cocaine running around in my brain

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