She waited at the door till all his saddest words were spoken
Then she threw them with some seasoning in his face
Duke went rambling in his grief, like a vagabond or thief
Trying to find the love he sought some other place

He walked down the river highway in the melting summer sun
And shouted out above the cars and trucks
I wish I could become some kind of psychedelic bum
Or a happy traveling troubadour deluxe

New York - whatcha gonna do about it?
New York - climb up on the roof and shout it
New York - see there ain't no doubt about it
Something in this town I just can't live without

She lay across the bed, raven hair piled atop her head
Re-reading through the poem that she wrote
She had a feeling in her belly like her belly had been screwed
But luckily she knew the antidote

She stepped out on the street dressed in scarlet head to feet
Her hat the same precise shade as her lips
She tried to feel the way she had when love was young and gay and glad
She couldn't... but still she swung her hips

New York - whatcha gonna do about it?
New York - climb up on the roof and shout it
New York - see there ain't no doubt about it
Something in this town I just can't live without