One-eyed man with a scar on his face and a peg leg
Drives his cab fifty miles-per-hour down Broadway
Looks at me with his crooked smile while Gershwin plays
Hits his breaks and points out the freaks on St. Marks Place
It's the rhythm of the rain that falls
It's a cab ride at 5 00 A.M
Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls
New York City - I'm coming home again
Sit and smile thinking about summer Sundays and the roller skates
Afro wigs and rainbow socks float past like a ballet
Peanut roasters popping up on every corner, can't you taste that taste
Makes me long for an early morning ride on a subway
It's the rhythm of the rain that falls
It's a cab ride at 5 00 A.M
Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls
New York City - I'm coming home again
You can steal a line or a phrase, the record company will cheer
Sign you up, make you an artist, make you a millionaire
Shake your hand, pat your ass, give you a big white smile
Say that they're your biggest fan, say they love your style
It's the rhythm of the rain that falls
It's a cab ride at 5 00 A.M
Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls
New York City - I'm coming home again
It's the rhythm of the rain that falls
It's a cab ride at 5 00 A.M
Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls
New York City - I'm coming home again
New York City I'm coming home again
New York City I'm coming home again