Summer In New York

Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da I've got no destination And I'm sipping on my tea I've got all day long Just to walk down the street I start on Second Avenue Making my way downtown to you Maybe I'll make a stop at Bang Bang Get myself a new tattoo Then I find me a secret garden And I sit down with my book But I'm not planning on reading I'm just here to have a look At people in and out of stores Maybe she's an entrepreneur Maybe he just got off a tour The many characters of summer in New York Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da There's a man across the street With the best smile I've ever seen I put my book away And walk over to him in my blue jeans We start to talk about something Then I suggest we get a drink Let's bike over the bridge to Brooklyn You tell me what do you think And so we head to Miss Favela For the live music at three And we're dancing on the pavement Just like everybody We dance until we hit the floor I think we should head out the door Then we meet up with friends for more All of the promises of summer in New York Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Now we head back to Manhattan We've picked up a friend or two Maybe this morning we were strangers But not by this afternoon We hang until the sun comes up End up on somebody's rooftop Go to the Box and have a ball At six or seven different clubs And now I'm walking home through Chinatown And I pass Chrystie street Reminisce about the studio Where The Knocks and we would meet I know it changes but of course This city I'll always adore This night is what this city's for The serendipity of summer in New York Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da