Ginger Elvis Presley looked a fraction sad
Roaming the whole town from bin to bin
Well living on the streets wasn`t all that bad
Where no-one seemed to know that he was King
The sound of New York City isn`t police sirens wailing
It`s the sound of Wall Street tills whilst everyone is failing
Sometimes you feel expensive sometimes you feels so cheap
You can roam the streets a King whilst everyone`s asleep
You can mime to any record with a hairbrush or a spoon
But God help the singer out of tune
A crippled Mohammad Ali looked at bad luck in the mirror
Bad luck looked back at him and sighed
He looked a good foot smaller and a couple of stone thinner
And if anyone came toward him he would hide
The sound of North America isn`t Christians quietly praying
It`s the sound of shuffling feet that don`t know where they`re going
Sometimes you feel expensive sometimes you feels so cheap
You can roam the streets a King whilst everyone`s asleep
You can fight with anybody with a glimmer of a chance
But God help the boxer with no hands
A homeless Greta Garbo moves across the street
The moonlight shining clearly through her skirt
A real life living legend that no-one wants to meet
And that`s when being Garbo really hurt
The lyrics of `New York` may have Frank Sinatra singing
But the rhythm and the melody were dead black men swinging
Sometimes you feel expensive sometimes you feels so cheap
You can roam the streets a Queen whilst everyone`s asleep
You can act with anybody from the cradle to the crypt
But God help the actress who doesn`t know the script Send " The Sound Of North America" Ringtone to your Cell