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Battery Park I'm on my way Union Square

I don't need much a pair of shoes will get me there

Stop for a Peking duck for lunch in Chinatown

Shop for a watch along Canal

Mine's slowing down

But I've been on time ever since I was sixteen

I've never been late

Cause I've never had to wait

For the lights turn from red to green

What does horsepower even mean?

I don't know how to drive

Who the hell wants a car anyway?

My feet on the street I'm alive

I'm at looking you

Stuck sitting in traffic for an hour or two

The back of a cabbie's head blocking the view

That's not what New Yorkers do

Bumper to Bumper it's St. Patrick's Day parade

Plaza Hotel's my shortcut though I've never stayed

Meet you at 3:15 outside the Guggenheim

Later for dinner and a little night music

I love Sondheim

And I've been walking tall ever since I was sixteen

I've never missed a date

Cause I've never had to wait

For the lights to turn from red to green

I'm my own two-legged machine

I don't know how to drive

Who the hell wants a car anyway?

My feet on the street I'm alive

I'm at looking you

Stuck sitting in traffic for an hour or two

The back of a cabbie's head blocking the view

That's not what New Yorkers do

Out in the Hamptons everyone owns a Cadillac

Models with DUIs and a taste for Armagnac

Why would I need wheel if I want to feel

Like I'm going places

I'll take a few paces

I don't know how to drive

Who the hell wants a car anyway?

My feet on the street I'm alive

I'm at looking you

Stuck sitting in traffic for an hour or two

The back of a cabbie's head blocking the view

When will you wake up

And see the only way through

Is out here on the sidewalk

Cause walking's what true

New Yorkers do