Why Should I Worry

One minute I'm in Central Park Then, I'm down on Delancey Street Said, from the Bow'ry to St Mark's There's a syncopated beat. Right I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo I'm streetwise I can improvise I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo I'm streetsmart I've got New York City heart Why should I worry? Why should I care? I may not have a dime But I got street savoir faire Why should I worry? Why should I care? It's just be-bopulation And I got street savoir faire The rhythm of the city But once you get it down Said, then you can own this town You can wear the crown Why should I worry? Tell me Why should I care? I Said, I may not have a dime. Oh But I got street savoir faire Why should I worry? Why should I care? It's just doo-bopulation And I got street savoir faire Ev'rything goes Ev'rything fits They love me at the Chelsea They adore me at the Ritz Why should I worry? Why should I care? And even when I cross that line I got street savoir faire I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo I said whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo