Deuce

Deuce

2005-08-16

Livin' on the Deuce in New York City

Working on Park Avenue, that's right.

I look outside the weather is not pretty,

and it's time to head home for the night.

At first I'm so very disappointed,

I like to walk to zigzag home cross town,

but today's so steamy and torrential,

I decide to head home underground.

All the word's a stage in New York City

Ever changing sets and sites and sounds

Spectacle and roles so wise and witty

Everyone in some great lost and found.

Reaching Times Square Station, see the mongrel nation

Every race and shade -- all the world on parade

There's a guy's whose preaching loud in Spanish

He says the end is near, better repent,

And a black man's hands slam down--hot drummin'

gath'rin change so's to get up the rent.

I walk on a rhythm's generating

base is building, bouncing in this cave

then there comes a crash of sweet percussion,

next a horn that juts in sweet and brave.

Exiting the station with anticipation

And all that remains of torrential rain

Is steamy streets: Hell's Kitchen's pretty gritty,

A legacy of lights that shine so bright.

Clinton boys and Chelsea girls are pretty

One or two will get you through the night.

Well, you've got to somebody sometime

Yes, you've got to love someone somehow

Any time's the right time in the city

Any day, any way. Why not now?

Livin' on the Deuce in New York City

Working in the studio all night.

And I want to thank you all for listening

And I wish everyone a good night.