Lyrics of
New York City Serenade

Billy he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Jackie's heels are stacked
Billy's got cleats on his boots
time to get cute
It's a mad dog's promenade
So walk tall or baby don't walk at all
Fish lady, oh fish lady
She baits them tenement walls
But I know that she won't take the train, no she won't take the train
Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train
She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down
And when she turns this
boy'll be gone
So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on
Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, play me your serenade
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy
vibes man sting a trash can
Listen to your junk man
Listen to your junk man
He's singin', he's singin', he's singin'
All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley