The Only Living Goy in New York

I walked for what felt like a million miles

To the liquor store

It was raining so hard that I fell out of style

The only living goy in New York

Back at the crash spot I indulged my habits

Then fell asleep on the floor

I took my best shot but I'm so out of practice

The only living goy in New York

I'm an imposter

Swollen with conceit and desire

I don't belong here

I don't belong anywhere else, either

I looked through the peephole with the lord as my witness

And saw you in your red shorts

In line for a bagel, I felt so embarrassed

The only living goy in New York

The only living goy in New York