Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frankie Valli
Performer
Nick Massi
Bass Guitar
Joe Long
Guitar
Bob Gaudio
Keyboards
Tommy DeVito
Vocals
Allan Schwartzberg
Drums
Bob Babbitt
Bass
David Freidman
Percussion
David Spinozza
Guitar
Gene Orloff
Strings
George Young
Tenor Saxophone
Gordon Edwards
Bass
Helen Miles
Background Vocals
Hilda Harris
Background Vocals
Jay Berliner
Guitar
Jeff Layton
Guitar
Jeff Miranov
Guitar
John Tropea
Guitar
Kenny Ascher
Keyboards
Lance Quinn
Guitar
Larry Fast
Synthesizer
Linda November
Background Vocals
Loni Groves
Background Vocals
Margaret Ross
Harp
Marvin Stamm
Horn
Richard Gajate
Congas
Richard Tee
Keyboards
Steve Gadd
Drums
The New York String Section
Horn
Vinnie Bell
Guitar
Vivian Cherry
Background Vocals
Wilbur Bascomb
Bass
Yoland McCullough
Background Vocals
Yvonne Lewis
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Denny Randell
Songwriter
Sandy Linzer
Composer
Nick Massi
Vocal Arranger
Charles Calello
Orchestrator
Wedo Marasco
Copyist
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frankie Valli
Executive Producer
Gordon Clark
Engineer
Charles Calello
Producer
Bob Crewe
Producer
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
Don Berman
Assistant Engineer
George Marino
Mastering Engineer
Liz Saron
Assistant Engineer
M. DELUGG
Mixing Engineer
Mike Brauer
Assistant Engineer
Ramona Janquitto
Assistant Engineer
Roger Rhodes
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh
Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
25, 35, hello, baby
New York City girl
You grew up ridin' the subways, running with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady
Talkin' that street talk
You're the heart and soul of New York City
And love
Love is just a passing word
It's the thought that you had
In a taxicab that got left on the curb
When he dropped you off at East 83rd
Oh, oh, oh (Oh, oh, oh)
You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now (You should know by now)
You're a native New Yorker
New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh
Music plays, everyone's dancin' closer and closer
Makin' friends and findin' lovers
There you are, lost in the shadows
Searchin' for someone (Searchin' for someone)
To set you free from New York City
And, whoa
Where did all those yesterdays go?
When you still believed
Love could really be like a Broadway show
You were the star, when did it close?
Oh, oh, oh (Oh, oh, oh)
You're a native New Yorker
No one opens the door
For a native New Yorker
(Runnin' pretty, New York City girl)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Native, native, native, ooh
Where did all those yesterdays go?
When you still believed
Love could really be like a Broadway show
You were the star
You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker
Oh, oh, oh
(Native, native, native, native New Yorker)
You're a native New Yorker
Whoa, oh-oh-oh
You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score
(Native, native, native, native New Yorker)
You're a native New Yorker
What you waitin' for?
No one opens the door
(You're a native New Yorker)
Written by: Denny Randell, Sandy Linzer