The New York Groove

Many years since I was here
On the street I was passin' my time away
To the left and to the right, buildings towering to the sky
It's outta sight, in the dead of night

 

Here I am, again in this city
With a fistful of dollars
And baby, you'd better believe...

 

I'm back, back in the New York groove
 

In the back of my Cadillac
A wicked lady, sittin' by my side, sayin', "Where are we?"
Stop at Third and Forty-three, exit to the night
It's gonna be ecstacy, this place was meant for me

 

I feel so good tonight
Who cares about tomorrow
So baby, you'd better believe...

 

I'm back, back in the New York groove