Good Ole New York

We're going on a journey, Jelly

You and me

Into the deepest, darkest part of the night

And it's a sweet little song we're gonna sing

And once the music starts

There's no turning back

First stop, New York City

Now, it's true

That in Chicago they love themselves some Roll

But when he left there and went to New York, well

There it was feeling of soul, ala the Roll

Good Ole New York

Our kind of town

Big time bucks and Broadway palaces

Funk your soul and hit the heights

Front page pictures in the paper and

Presto, there's your name in lights

New York, look out

I own you, starting now

I'll make you shout

Stand back, 'cause I know how

Step right up, your dream is waiting

It's time to pop your card

So welcome to Good Ole New York

Ole town (you wanna go where they know how to syncopate?)

Ole town (how ol' mother, yeah, do we have to elucidate?)

A place for the paces is strictly jazz

Harlem