I have often walked down this street before
but the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before
now as I walk by I see rubble fly
boy it’s rough in New York where you live.
People stop and stare, they don’t bother me
I’ve got lead underwear, I’m safe as I can be
All the air is filled with radioactivity
and it’s worse in New York where you live.
And oh the frightening feeling
as the glow spreads over the land
that exposed to lightening feeling
as the Geiger counter clicks to beat the band.
There are no Yankees, they’ve been all knocked down
and you’ll never hear a horn in any part of town
see the plane draw near, let’s get out of here
New York City is no place where to live.
“This song parody was published in ‘Mad Magazine’”? Can you say that? You should not assume everyone here is old enough and sophisticated enough (like you and me and lots of others) to recognize that you have taken someone else’s full parody, NOT giving a word of acknowledgement and credit to a the brilliant parody creator at Mad Magazine, whose parody you cut and pasted here, changing the phrase “Yucca Plats” to “New York.” Given that Mad Magazine and its fabulous, inspired song parodies were created right in New York City makes your plagiarism of this wonderful parody of the “My Fair Lady” song, “The Street Where You Live” that much more of an oversight on your part.
That’s a keeper! Did you make that up?