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