Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Frankie Valli
Исполнитель
Nick Massi
Бас-гитара
Joe Long
Гитара
Bob Gaudio
Клавишные инструменты
Tommy DeVito
Вокал
Allan Schwartzberg
Барабаны
Bob Babbitt
Бас
David Freidman
Ударные инструменты
David Spinozza
Гитара
Gene Orloff
Струнные инструменты
George Young
Тенор-саксофон
Gordon Edwards
Бас
Helen Miles
Бэк-вокал
Hilda Harris
Бэк-вокал
Jay Berliner
Гитара
Jeff Layton
Гитара
Jeff Miranov
Гитара
John Tropea
Гитара
Kenny Ascher
Клавишные инструменты
Lance Quinn
Гитара
Larry Fast
Синтезатор
Linda November
Бэк-вокал
Loni Groves
Бэк-вокал
Margaret Ross
Арфа
Marvin Stamm
Валторна
Richard Gajate
Конга
Richard Tee
Клавишные инструменты
Steve Gadd
Барабаны
The New York String Section
Валторна
Vinnie Bell
Гитара
Vivian Cherry
Бэк-вокал
Wilbur Bascomb
Бас
Yoland McCullough
Бэк-вокал
Yvonne Lewis
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Sandy Linzer
Композитор
Denny Randell
Композитор
Nick Massi
Аранжировщик вокала
Charles Calello
Аранжировщик оркестра
Wedo Marasco
Специалист по подготовке нот
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Frankie Valli
Исполнительный продюсер
Gordon Clark
Инженер
Charles Calello
Продюсер
Crewe
Продюсер
Bob Clearmountain
Миксинг-инженер
Don Berman
Ассистент инженера
George Marino
Мастеринг-инженер
Liz Saron
Ассистент инженера
M. DELUGG
Миксинг-инженер
Mike Brauer
Ассистент инженера
Ramona Janquitto
Ассистент инженера
Roger Rhodes
Миксинг-инженер
Слова
New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh
Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
25, 35, hello, baby
New York City girl
You grew up ridin' the subways, running with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady
Talkin' that street talk
You're the heart and soul of New York City
And love
Love is just a passing word
It's the thought that you had
In a taxicab that got left on the curb
When he dropped you off at East 83rd
Oh, oh, oh (Oh, oh, oh)
You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now (You should know by now)
You're a native New Yorker
New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh
Music plays, everyone's dancin' closer and closer
Makin' friends and findin' lovers
There you are, lost in the shadows
Searchin' for someone (Searchin' for someone)
To set you free from New York City
And, whoa
Where did all those yesterdays go?
When you still believed
Love could really be like a Broadway show
You were the star, when did it close?
Oh, oh, oh (Oh, oh, oh)
You're a native New Yorker
No one opens the door
For a native New Yorker
(Runnin' pretty, New York City girl)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Native, native, native, ooh
Where did all those yesterdays go?
When you still believed
Love could really be like a Broadway show
You were the star
You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker
Oh, oh, oh
(Native, native, native, native New Yorker)
You're a native New Yorker
Whoa, oh-oh-oh
You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score
(Native, native, native, native New Yorker)
You're a native New Yorker
What you waitin' for?
No one opens the door
(You're a native New Yorker)
Written by: Denny Randell, Sandy Linzer

