Cold Shot - Ron Young, Steve Stevens

Many years since I was here,

On the street I was passin' my time away

To the left and to the right,

Buildings towering to the sky

It’s outta sight, in the dead of night

Here I am,

And in this city,

With a fistful of dollars

And baby, you’d better believe

I’m back, back in the New York Groove

I’m back, back in the New York Groove

I’m back, back in the New York Groove

Back in New York Groove, in the New York Groove

In the back of my Cadillac

A wicked lady sittin' by my side,

Sayin' «Where are we?»

Stop at Third and Forty-three,

Exit to the night

It’s gonna be ecstasy,

This place was meant for me Feels so good tonight, who cares about tomorrow

So, baby, you’d better believe

I’m back, back in the New York Groove