the girls are shrieking on avenue A
all spangled up like a faberge
the boys are wearing smirks and tugging skirts
looking out through the rain on my windows
i think of all the songs written out windows
and i don't envy them
and i don't want their pity
and nothing ever happens in new york city
you've got a lot of cool kids looking to get made
and they've come so far, and they aren't afraid
of whatever this tame old town's got going down
laughing loud outside in the street
life is good and youth is sweet
and i'm sitting in the corner, wondering again
what i think i'm doing and where i've been
there goes the messiah
he's out on tompkins square park
all full of stolichnaya
like a waco shark
daddy's little princess strolls along
and the boys in the band are coming on strong
it's such a thrill, let loose, all alone in this great big world
looking out through the fog on the glass
i can't count the figures walking past
lovers stumbling in a drunken embrace
i can't wait to get the hell out of this place
oh, there's the messiah
he's out on tompkins square park
all full of stolichnaya
like a waco shark
the boys are smirking on avenue B
hair stuck up like a rotary
the girls are wearing skirts so short it hurts
looking out through the static inside
i think of all the things i've never tried
but i don't envy them
and i don't want their pity
nothing ever happens in new york city