Everytime I try to make sense of New York City
I always give up
I can't get enough of some peace and quiet
Somewhere down in Soho a woman with four pockets
Has eyes on his cash
This may be the last one she sees tonight
Should I let him know
Or leave it up to someone else
She'll take all his dough
Guess I'll leave it up to someone else
My wife, she thinks I'm crazy
These people upstairs shout
"Disco, Disco" all day
"I hate Disco" I say
At the top of my lungs
A polka-dot bikini
A girl who smiles at dinner
Is all this world needs
Not the crime and the greed
It sells
Should I let them know?
Or leave it up to someone else
You never really know
Guess I'll leave it up to someone else
Living in the land of Abe Lincoln
Living in the land of Abe Lincoln
Lois, she's got problems
Her Casanova husband is out on the sly
I should know
I'm the guy who fixed him up
But little does he know
She's the daughter of a gangster
Who runs this whole town
She'll be sixteen
He'll be underground
But Lois paid me well
Should I let him know?
Or leave it up to someone else?
You never really know
Guess I'll leave it up to someone else
