Central Park n' West - Ian Hunter

The Gulf and Western Garbage just ain’t the prettiest smell

When you’re sleeping on the 4th floor up, it’s like a living hell

New York’s finest rounding up the bums, the firemen get no rest

And ambulances signal death on Central Park 'n' West

Now there ain’t no sheets upon my bed, just a mattress and some wine

The rain is pouring through the night and I’m glad my life is mine

When Frank Carillo plays guitar trying to get it off his chest

He gets the words he needs tonight on Central Park 'n' West

And I think, I think, I think, I think, I think it’s the best

When I’m locked in the middle of New York City on Central Park 'n' West

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it’s a mess

But you’ve got to be crazy to live in the city and New York City’s the best

We wait for someone just might be in the city we call home

She leaves me sometimes when I write 'cause I write better on my own

Bag ladies take my dollars, put my conscience to the test

But waitresses give me coffee free on Central Park 'n' West

So sing soul woman, sing the songs, it’s time to sing them now

I’m getting more than high from hearin' 'em, don’t sing them quiet,

sing them loud

For you sang with the best of them but now you’re just a guest

I tell you we’ll get a hotel room on Central Park 'n' West

'Cause I think, I think, I think, I think, I think it’s the best

When I’m locked in the middle of New York City on Central Park 'n' West

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it’s a mess

But you’ve got to be crazy to live in the city and New York City’s the best

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, oh yeah

I think, I think, I think, I think, I think it’s the best

When I’m locked in the middle of New York City on Central Park 'n' West

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it’s a mess

But you’ve got to be crazy to live in the city …