(Ian Hunter)
The Gulf and Western Garbage
Just ain`t the prettiest smell
When you`re sleeping on the 4th floor up
It`s like a living hell
New York`s finest rounding up the bums
The firemen get no rest,
and ambulances signal death, on Central Park `n` West.
Now there ain`t no sheets upon my bed,
just a mattress and some wine.
The rain is pouring through the night
and I`m glad my life is mine.
When Frank Carillo plays guitar
trying to get it off his chest.
He gets the words he needs tonight
on Central Park `n` West.
And I think, I think, I think, I think, I think it`s the best,
when I`m locked in the middle of New York city on Central Park `n` West
and I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it`s a mess,
but you`ve got to be crazy to live in the city, and New York city`s the best.
And we all want just someone just like me
in the city we call home.
She leaves me sometimes when I write,
`cause I write better on my own.
Bag ladies take my dollars)
put my conscience to the test.
But waitresses give me coffee free
on Central Park `n` West.
So sing soul woman, sing the songs)
it`s time to sing them now.
I`m getting more than high from hearin` `em
don`t sing them quiet, sing them loud.
For you sang with the best of them
but now you`re just a guest.
I tell you we`ll get a hotel room
on Central Park `n` West.
`Cause I think, I think, I think, I think, I think it`s the best,
when I`m locked in the middle of New York city on Central Park `n` West
and I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it`s a mess,
but you`ve got to be crazy to live in the city, and New York city`s the best.
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, oh yeah.
I think, I think, I think, I think, I think it`s the best,
when I`m locked in the middle of New York city on Central Park `n` West.
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it`s a mess,
but you`ve got to be crazy to live in the city, and New York city`s the best.
