Lyrics:

Hangin' out with Lars on 6th Street
He knew I was in trouble
I was feeling much like the devil
There was something burnin' deep inside of me
Ran into three Puerto Ricans
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 a 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 burning deep inside of me
All I know it's 4'o'clock and
She ain't never showed up and
I 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 a highway
Back to Olympia...

How many times will it take me before I go crazy
Before I lose everything
Something burning deep inside of me
Ran into three Puerto Ricans
Those 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 a highway
Back to Olympia...