Many years snice I was here, on the street I was passin' my timeaway
To the left and to the right, buildings towering to the sky
It's outta sight in the dead nightHere I am and in this city, with a fistful of dollars
And baby, you'd better beliveI'm back, back in the New York groove
I'm back, back in the New York groove
I'm back, back in the New York grooveBack in the New York groove, in the New York grooveIn the back of my Cadillac
A wicked lady, sittin' by my side, sayin' "Where are we?"
Stop at third and forty-three, exit to the night
It's gonna be ecstacy, this place was meant for meFeels so good tonight, who cares about tomorrow
So baby, you'd better beliveI'm back, back in the New York groove (repeats out)
Composição: Russ Ballard.
