Lyrics:

Hangin out with Lars down on 6th street
He knew that I was in trouble
I was feeling much like the Devil
There was something burning deep inside of me
Ran into three Puertoricans
These girls took us to the funhouse
Where we played a lonely pinball machine

Hangin on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin by, but none of them seem to go my way
New York City, well I wish I was on the highway
Back to Olympia

I´m having a hard time understanding
It gets all too demanding
She´s all gone and I´m stranded
Something´s burning deep inside of me
All I know it´s 4 o'clock and
She aint never showed up and
I´ve watched a thousand people go home from work

Hangin on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin by, but none of them seem to go my way
New York City, well I wish I was on the highway
Back to Olympia

How many times will it take me
Before I go crazy
Before I lose everything
Something´s burning deep inside of me
Ran in to three Puertoricans
These girls took us to the funhouse
I don´t wanna be alone again

Hangin on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin by, but none of them seem to go my way
New York City, well I wish I was on the highway
Back to Olympia