The cars are honking violently
Pedestrians ignore
And bicycles go running down
Fast through the streets they pour
Stoplights are optional with grit
To merge requires shove
And vendors crowd the busy streets
While towers are above
It’s anarchy, it’s joy, it’s pain
It isn’t great for cars
And if you want to catch the game
There’s no shortage of bars
The crazy things that you will find
If you, that can, uncork
Are wonderful and dangerous
And most of all, New York