The New York Times

Its all of your imagination, The night life, in the day time? All the shine, in the New York, New York, kinda times New York times in the winter months imaginable, very cold, Let me really make it in a New York kinda mind frame , crystal clear, fashion with nothing, Nothing but the best, and the rest is a block ago, at the end of the block, Turn left, Then in a quick New York minute, you'll see a big Christmas tree and ice skating rink, When you see the taxi with the big logo saying Go That away! You've only gone to far in a New York Kinda minute.