Miss New Yorker

MISS NEW YORKER - Written by Carroll Bryant

Welcome to America she says

With her arms open wide

Allow me to roll out the carpet now

Come on inside

You want your freedom

You want a job

Calling all cars - red alert

You got that special look

You got that magic touch

You can take me all the way

Miss New York girl

You got that killer look

You got that super touch

You can take me until I beg

Miss New Yorker

Welcome to America she says

With a shit eating grin

Thank you for stopping by now

Please come again

You want temptation

You want a chance

Torch of freedom starts blowing in the wind

You got that special look

You got that magic touch

You can take me all the way

Miss New York girl

You got that killer look

You got that super touch

You can take me until I beg

Miss New Yorker

How do you like them apples?

They're going bonkers in Yonkers 

They're flattened in Manhattan 

It's a big pity in the heart of NY city

Getting crooked in Brooklyn 

Come again?

Son of a bitch!

You got that special look

You got that magic touch

You can take me all the way

Miss New York girl

You got that killer look

You got that super touch

You can take me until I beg

Miss New Yorker

Calling all cars - red alert