Kenneth Aaron Harris Ruff Club
Little trip up to the coat-room
For fixing up our heads
Turning nobody of consequence
To somebody instead
And all you golden-headed glamour girls
White-teeth smiles
Keep the hot-headed wall-streeters
Down for just a while
And the night is so cold
The people so pretty
And I love everyone in New York City
It's the heavy-handed bar-man
Steady in the night
Selling nobody of consequence
The times of their life
And the fake-ID beauty-queen has just begun to yell
"All you coked-up crew-cuts, hands to yourself"
And my last little dance with the devil
Just hits me
And I love everyone in New York City
And I love everyone in New York City
And I love everyone in New York City
And I love everyone in New York City
Tonight, tonight I'm gonna hold you tight
Tonight, tonight, I'm gonna hold you tight
All night
Then the flash-bulb cracks
Sending shadows on the faces
Of the people of no consequence in unfamiliar places
It's a hand-clapped smoke-stack
Rising from the rim
'til a tall-dark-suit makes an example out of him
And the music's so loud
The girls are so pretty
And I love everyone in New York City
And I love everyone in New York City
And I love everyone in New York City
And I love everyone in New York City, tonight
And I love everyone in New York City
And I love everyone in New York City
And I love everyone in New York City
And I love everyone in New York City, tonight
