Thursday, 23 October 2008

One Night In New York

In my defense, I was on a train and running out of reading matter. So another lyric rewrite happened.
New York, occidental setting
And the city don't know that the city is getting
The creme de la creme of the bank world
In a show with everything but Alan Greenspan
Time flies, doesn't seem a minute
Since the Tirolean spa had the bank boys in it
All change, don't you know
That when you play at this level there's no ordinary venue
It's Davos or Hong Kong or Tokyo or London
Or, or this place

One night in New York and the world's your oyster
The banks are temples but the stock ain't free
You'll find a God in every golden billion
And if you're lucky then the God's a she
I can feel the paper sliding up to me

One town's very like another
When your head's down over your Bloomberg, brother
(It's a drag, it's a bore, it's really such a pity)
(To be looking at the screen, not looking at the city)
What d'ya mean
You seen one crowded, polluted, stinking conference room
(Tea, men, warm and sweet, sweat)
(Some are set up in the Hank Paulson suite)
Get confirmed! You're talking to a tourist
Whose every move's among the purest
I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine

One night in New York makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in New York and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me

Wall Street's gonna be the witness
To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness
This grips me more than would
A muddy old river or reviving vodka
Thank God I'm only watching the game, controlling it
I don't see you guys rating
The kind of bond I'm contemplating
I'd let you watch, I would invite you
But the lawyers we use would not excite you
So you better go back to your bars, your jobs
Your SPVs

One night in New York and the world's your oyster
The banks are temples but the stock ain't free
You'll find a God in every golden billion
A little flesh, a little history
I can feel the paper sliding up to me

One night in New York makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in New York and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me

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