You should be happy for your lips You should be happy for your hips You should be happy for your tits But it ain't payin the rent...nah...ain't paying the rent Where'd you learn how to walk? Must've been in the dead of winter in New York City Only some honey whose got no money can look so pretty Only somebody whose got no heat can act so sweet Come on over I'll fix you something too eat What you hungry for? Springtime New York City, livin is easy, lovin is free It's springtime New York, New York, New York City fuckin New York You can feed an army with your eyes You can break a brick wall with your thighs You can start a fire with your strut You can break a neck with your but but but it ain't paying the rent Nah, ain't paying the rent Hey woman...you better sit your ass down When you're every guys bed time lullaby you better skip town Gotta get a better pair of shoes for all that runnin around You better drive your winter ways back into the ground Lets go pick up your soul at the lost and found Springtime New York City, livin is easy, lovin is free It's springtime NewYork, New York, New York City fuckin New York