"New York, New York":
isn't once enough?
Just because you say it twice,
Doesn't make it any less rough.
On the other hand,
I am forced to admit,
that I love this stinking town
with all it's violence and shit.
Shops and parks and galleries,
nut-jobs and weirdos too.
All of this enamours me
to this howling human zoo.
New York, New York, I'm leaving,
but I've got to come back soon.
If nothing else, I'll run out of clothes
and be back, to shop, in June!

