Four Bitchin' Babes Good Night, New York
My mother came to America
Sailed through the harbor
Of hopes and of dreams
Back in the thirties
When the streets were paved with gold
And the sky laced with moonbeams
Mothers and daughters
Fathers and sons
Here in the free world
We're the lucky ones
All of my yearning
All of my hunger
Maybe I'm learning
Sometimes I wonder
Good night, New York
Before the Kennedys
Before the Beatles
Before the Vietnam war
Back in the days when
Anything was possible
Having less meant knowing more
Brothers and sisters
Uncles and aunts
Here in the free world
For a second chance
All of my yearning
All of my hunger
Maybe I'm learning
Sometimes I wonder
Good night, New York
My mother came to America
Sailed through the harbor
Of hopes and of dreams
Here in the nineties
I hope I've not failed her
But nothing's the way that it seems
All of my yearning
All of my hunger
Maybe I'm learning
Sometimes I wonder
Good night
New York