You can dance if you want to, all the critics love you in New York
You don't have to keep the beat, they'll still think it's neat, in New York
You can wear what you want to, it doesn't matter in New York
You could cut off all your hair, I don't think they'd care in New York
All the critics love you in New York
Why you can play what you want to, all the critics love you in New York
They won't say that you're naïve if you play what you believe in New York
Purple love-amour is all you're headed for, but don't show it
The reason that you're cool is 'cause you're from the old school, and they know it
All the critics love you in New York
You can dance if you want to, all the critics love you in New York
You can dance if you want to, all the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you, all the critics love you
All the critics love you in New York
It's time for a new direction
It's time for jazz to die
Fourth day of November
We need a purple high
Don't give up, I'll still love you
All the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you, all the critics love you
All the critics love you in New York
Body don't wanna quit, gotta get another hit
Body don't wanna quit, gotta get another hit
Body don't wanna quit, gotta get another hit
Body don't wanna quit, gotta get another hit
All the critics love you, all the critics love you
All the critics love you in New York
Whattaya lookin' at, punk?
Look out all you hippies, you ain't as sharp as me
It ain't about the trippin', but the sexuality, turn it up
You can dance if you want to
All the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you in New York
(Yes, we're certain of it, he's definitely masturbating)
All the critics love you in New York
Take a bath, hippies!
All the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you in New York
New York
New York
New York
New York
New York
