New York New York Again

NEW YORK NEW YORK AGAIN When I go to the Service as soon as I get up I listen to Frank Sinatra's song “New York New York” The city that never sleeps, as me And I with pleasure, like Liza Minnelli Making a profane cabaret Where could win an Oscar. I so much and good How do they say they did it Persian and Apuleius. If it's hard for me to do it Immediately burst into a thousand dicteries ting on the mother who gave birth to me How do the new parturients Let them stop without an epidural, bareback Shouting at the husband: -You could be here giving birth, damn. The comes out to the beat of the song (Unparalleled daring is to say that I ): "I'm going to New York Could be Chicago (Yeah ) I want to be part of them. My desire to as a bum It has had an effect. I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps Blaring the toilet bowl I wanna be king of the hill on top of Like the kings of Madrid In the Palace of Aranjuez. So many farts contain our asses! How long have I been ting here You have seen and heard it. When I pull the chain The will be gone Like the sins in the giant censer From the Church of Santiago, in Compostela. I'll fix it: If I can here in New York or Chicago I can do it anywhere Up on the rooftops As the ancient fables of the Greeks tell What did the gods do, demigods And all the fine mob. The water from the cistern will transport me As the famous Nile did To the lies and hoaxes That daily life contains Until they incite me, again, to Virgil and Ovid Two big jerks, as me.