I'm getting from here to sleep On the wings of 134 eldridge street Where I used to dream Wide awake and good company Reaching up for stars that I couldn't see Through the lights of the city
But neither snow nor sleet nor rain Ever kept me from the apple of my eye of the hurricane Singing thank you New York may I have another The more you dizzied up our weather vane The more honey on the apple of my eye of the hurricane Singing thank you New York may I have another May I have another if I come back New York may I have another May I have another New York
Eight of strong, make you four of sweet One of bitter served up that's what it's gonna be For my baby and me We're moving back to the city
Neither hate nor fear nor pain Are gonna keep us from the apple of our eye of the hurricane, singing Farewell '16 sweet as sugar's bitter Half of you and ten of this champaign This city is the apple of my eye of the hurricane, singing Farewell '16 sweet as sugar's bitter May I have another Is that all you've got? Oh man, '16 did you think eleven rounds would be enough to knock us down Thank you New York, may I have another? May I have another? I'm coming back to you New York 'cause I need another 'cause there ain't no other New York