Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
New York, New York 10009 Larry Kirwan 
Got into town on a Saturday night With a Fender guitar and I took in the sights And I drank my way down to the Lower East Side 'Cause I was nuts about Thunders and Suicide Then I formed a band called the Major Thinkers With a couple of musicians and some heavy drinkers And I went up to Max's and I said "hey man" I'm gonna blow your club right off the map 
New York, New York what have you done You've wrecked me 'til I have become Half the man I might have been Half the hero of my dream New York, New York it's over now You beat me still I know somehow Just for once I'm gonna prove you wrong Just to show you I was right all along 
Well I met Sheila down at Blanche's bar She was dressed all in black and her heart was a scar she took me back to Avenue C We were happy there, her and me 'Til a man from the Black Rock saw the band And he said "you dudes are just sizzling hot and We're gonna cut a record and make you all stars But first things first, sign your soul away here 
Yeah we cut a song about Avenue B And the boxes boomed it all over the streets But the record company screwed us all up And Sheila joined the scientology church Then Mike stopped a bullet out in Staten Island And my whole world turned ultra violent But there's one last thing I gotta see through There's one last thing I gotta say to you 
Oh Sheila, baby, give me one more chance I've just gone and started Black 47 I don't care about the money, you can keep the fame I just want to beat this city at its own dumb game