Letras
When I walk outside my door, I have a ball
Every short girl's with a guy who's ten feet tall
Studs walk by in chains and leather
Girls wear fur coats in hot weather
Who knows who you'll meet on the street
Men in pinstripe suits fly by on roller skates
Every kind of couple's going out on dates
Broadway divas vocalize
And then you catch a glimpse of Streisand
Let your eyes just follow along
New York City is a walking picture show
Everybody is a star in cameo
And you can go around the world in just one place
When you travel face to face
I know which stores in the Village have a cat
And the names of people on the streets who chat
I always smile at each palm reader
You don't know when you might need her
Bag ladies get my doggie bags
Artists and the pushcart vendors pave the way
Cappuccino lines amen at each café
People crowd around breakdancers
While fanatics sell their answers
In a technicolor parade
New York City is a walking picture show
Everybody is a star in cameo
And you can go around the world in just one place
When you travel face to face
People wearing Sony Walkmans keep their beat
But the guys with ghetto blasters do compete
Classical and jazz musicians
On street corners save traditions
That's a perfect score
And what's more
New York City is a walking picture show
Everybody is a star in cameo
And you can go around the world in just one place
When you travel face to face
It's a walking picture show
Where everybody is a star in cameo
And you can go around the world in just one place
When you travel face to face
It's a walking picture show
Everybody is a star in cameo
And you can go around the world in just one place
When you travel face to face
It's a walking picture show
It's a walking picture show
You can go around the world in just one place
When you travel face to face