Ian Hunter: Central park n west

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. And we all want just someone just like me 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, and New York city's the best.