I hear the telephone ring, Friday night in New York City
I see a pretty scream, at the sidewalk in New York City
Down the alley that's where a man sleeps

On the street, near a garbage can
In the subway the saxophone sings,
When the people go meet the man

Everyone's a star in New York City,
Big sunglasses-girl, she's o' so pretty
On an island is lady liberty

She holds freedom in hear hands
In the bowery late at night
You can hear a rock n roll band

Everyone's a star in New York City,
Big sunglasses-girl, she's o' so pretty
Everyone's a star in New York City,

I am a star in New York City
We are all stars in New York City
Big sunglasses-girl, she's o' so pretty