Lyrics:

Hey Jim
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way you spell New York... Right on

No matter what I feed my guests
They always like my kitchen the best
'Cause I got a whole lotta
Cocaine running around in my brain

Man o man o man I gotta be on the run
'Cause I gotta meet that setting sun
I gotta whole lotta
Cocaine running around in my brain