Lyrics

To the cop With a gun The Big Apple is plenty of fun Stab a priest With a fork And you'll spend your vacation in New York Rob a bank Take a truck You can get here by stealing a buck This is bliss It's a lark Buddy, everyone's coming to New York! No more Yankees Strike the word from your ears Spin the roulette There's no more opera at the Met This is hell This is fate But now this is your world and it's great So rejoice Pop a cork Buddy, everyone's coming to New York! To the cop With a gun The Big Apple is plenty of fun Stab a priest With a fork And you'll spend your vacation in New York Rob a bank Take a truck You can get here by stealing a buck This is bliss It's a lark Buddy, everyone's coming to New York! This is hell This is fate But now this is your world and it's great So rejoice Pop a cork Buddy, everyone's coming to New York! No more Yankees Strike the word from your ears Spin the roulette There's no more opera at the Met This is hell This is fate But now this is your world and it's great So rejoice Pop a cork Buddy, everyone's coming to New York!
Writer(s): Nick Castle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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