One minute I'm in Central Park
Then, I'm down on Delancey Street
Said, from the Bow'ry to St Mark's
There's a syncopated beat. Right
I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
I'm streetwise
I can improvise
I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
I'm streetsmart
I've got New York City heart
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
I may not have a dime
But I got street savoir faire
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just be-bopulation
And I got street savoir faire
The rhythm of the city
But once you get it down
Said, then you can own this town
You can wear the crown
Why should I worry? Tell me
Why should I care?
I Said, I may not have a dime. Oh
But I got street savoir faire
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just doo-bopulation
And I got street savoir faire
Ev'rything goes
Ev'rything fits
They love me at the Chelsea
They adore me at the Ritz
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
And even when I cross that line
I got street savoir faire
I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
I said whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
