New York Song - Bruce Springsteen

And Diamond Jackie, she’s so intact

She falls like an angel beneath him

(She freezes like ice beneath Shotgun’s attck)

Now Jackie’s heels are stacked

(Oh Diamond’s shoes are shellac)

She got cleats on her boots

Together they’re gonna boogaloo down Broadway

And come back (home) with the loot

Because it’s midnight in Manhattan

This is no time to get cute

It’s a mad dogs' (madcap) promenade

Singing a New York City serenade

Oh well ain’t Jackie pretty, ain’t she sweet

Her fate lies at midnight between her teeth

She got a dirty big (old) daddy who through all the years (tears)

(whose fist pump like gears)

Has supplied her with hope and kept her in fear

Well now he’s a lone privateer working down on the docks

He was born in 1943 and almost died of the shock

Now he comes home and drags her to some deep side joint

Where all night long those (the eternal) punks they rock

Until she breaks down and falls, soft (so helpless) like a child

Cryin' «New York City, you’re so wild»

And in the night air you hear cryin'

Oh now the girls say anything, those girls say (cry) anything

He was born on the border of that Kansas line

When he broke into town the weather vane was hot, ninety degrees

(it was the summer in '63)

He swore he’d bust (break) that monster to his knees

Now some folks said he was the master of the universe

Some people say he was the holder of the cosmic keys

Oh and his throat was choked with lightning

From some childhood disease

And with a tommygun blast he got the people screamin'

Till he falls helpless (and he lies empty) in Times Square

Just like streets scum

Cryin' «New York City kills young»

Cryin' «New York City kills young»

And from a tenement window you hear cryin' (a baby cries)

Songs To Orphans (Part 4, 9)