stop what you're doing You don't really wanna stop Eh eh Verse one: puff daddy Yeah yeah, uh-huh, check it out, yeah, c'mon Whether you like it hard or the live guitars
New York is a long way from Texas Vegas is a long way from Abilene I spend lots of my time flying out to LA If you've never been there you don't know
to see Goodbye Arizona you're just a little too hot for me Well New York City and Albuquerque sure was a lotta fun Hello California California here I come [ ac.guitar
that guitar Girls with guitars (She wasn't any debutante) Girls with guitars (She didn't go out for cheer leading) Girls with guitars (Boys are kind
nachos Fly out the cove, land in the heat where New York to Miami bitch Bitch, I'm in the life of a hood star, rock star without the guitar Got em'
bein' a star Yeah, I do Ooh, star-spangled guitar I got the big one for my lady Now is that too hard to understand? Oh, I thought so baby From New York
turned into a grown-up female stranger If I was lyin' by you now, I wouldn't be here at all Well, we parted so hard, me rushing 'round New York with a guitar
ex-wife I got a rock and roll house I got a rock and roll car I play the shit out the drums And I can play the guitar I got a kid in New York I got
rock n roll house I got a rock n roll car I play the shit out the drums And I can play the guitar I got a kid in New York I got a kid in the Bay I haven
many Who can sing a song the way that you do, let's go South" Denny said, "Zally, golly, don't you think that I wish I could play guitar like you" Zal
and Shorty Standing on main parade We liquidized our assets In a bar and did not talk Then we hopped a non stop greyhound To the big bad beauty of New York
dismantled, think the whole world is crazy, got a 9 Watch where you walk, 2 dollar fine Sign of the times here in New York Hi satan, United Nations quietly
now Ay-yeah-yeah! You gotta Fly high Ooo, ah-ah-ah You-ah-ah-ah (Fly high) Ooo-ah-hey! I wanna say it now (sax & guitar instrumental) Hey, bring
Written by John Lennon Standing on the corner Just me and yoko ono We was waiting for jerry to land Up come a man with the guitar in his hand Singing "
the guitars jammin' that's where we're headed Straight up to Butte, Montana Singin' "Lord, I Was Born a Ramblin' Man" California to Oregon Even New York
I'd seen some ups and down 'Till I come into New York town People going down to the ground Building's going up to the sky Wintertime in New York town
New York swinging Paris springing Hamburg winging London ringing LA singing Sofia stinging Venice spinning Singapore slinging Dreams are plenty More
, it's like banging a guitar On your face, all jacked in your mouth See the medals that I wear, it's honor, from the hood to Bahamas Back to Ghana, New York