[jimbo123]

Even though I've lived here for more than 15 years, I still love this song by Buck Owens:

I Wouldn't Live in New York City

It ain't nothin' but a concrete jungle with people packed like sardines

Where everybody's tryin' to live beyond their means

Where all the natives hurry and scurry too and fro

And like a fleas on a puppy dog they got no place to go

I wouldn't live in New York City if they gave me the whole dang town

Talk about a bummer it's the biggest one around

Sodom and Gommorah was tame to what I found

I wouldn't live in New York City if they gave me the whole dang town

Well I ain't seen the sunshine since the day that I arrived

Cause brother I've been busy a tryin' to survive

Nobody knows you've been here till you're six feet under ground

Than you become a statistic if they remember to write you down

I wouldn't live in New York City if they gave me the whole dang town

Talk about a bummer it's the biggest one around

Sodom and Gommorah was tame to what I found

I wouldn't live in New York City if they gave me the whole dang town

[TheForceOfOne]

I like that one!
My favorite is "Act Natually"

[durasell]

You need a reason to be in NYC. People who don't have a reason for being here generally move or self-destruct. NYC has pretty much made all my dreams come true, though it took longer than anticipated.

[Clemenza]

NEW YORK, NEW YORK: Written By Dick Manitoba

Smoking marijuana Watching channel five Got to get my strength up In this struggle to survive

Everyone's an asshole Everyone's a creep I look out my window And there's garbage in the streets

I live in the city I breathe dirty air I ride trains with b-boys junkies, queens and squares

Everybody's hungry I don't know what to do I used to live on pizza Now I live on Chinese food

I can't stand my neighbors Screaming all the time If I wasn't blasting Sister ray I could lose my mind

I live in the city I breathe dirty air I ride trains with b-boys junkies, queens and squares

Safely someone's smiling The fat man waits his turn Soon he'll count his money While the south Bronx slowly burns Get out for the children Get your ass and run Get out of this stinkin mess To a safe suburban slum

I live in the city I breathe dirty air I ride trains with b-boys junkies, queens and squares!

New York, New York

New York, New York

New York, New York

ARE YOU TALKIN TA ME!!!