The Sound Of North America

Ginger Elvis Presley
Looked a fraction sad
Roaming the whole town
From bin to binWell, living on the streets
Wasn't all that bad
Where no one seemed to know
That he was KingThe sound of New York City
Isn't police sirens wailing
It's the sound of Wall Street tills
Whilst everyone else is failingSometimes you feel expensive
Sometimes you feels so cheap
You can roam the streets a king
Whilst everyone's asleepYou can mime to any record
With a hairbrush or a spoon
But God help the singer
Out of tuneA crippled Mohammad Ali
Looked at bad luck in the mirror
Bad luck looked back at him
And sighedHe looked a good foot smaller
And a couple of stone thinner
And if anyone came toward him
He would hideThe sound of North America
Isn't Christians quietly praying
It's the sound of shuffling feet
That don't know where they're stayingSometimes you feel expensive
Sometimes you feels so cheap
You can roam the streets a king
Whilst everyone's asleepYou can fight with anybody
With a glimmer of a chance
But God help the boxer
With no handsA homeless Greta Garbo
Moves across the street
The moonlight shining clearly
Through her skirtA real life living legend
That no one wants to meet
And that's when being Garbo
Really hurtsThe lyrics of 'New York'
May have Frank Sinatra singing
But the rhythm and the melody
Were dead black men swingingSometimes you feel expensive
sometimes you feels so cheap
You can roam the streets a queen
Whilst everyone's asleepYou can act with anybody
From the cradle to the crypt
But God help the actress
Who doesn't know the script