Chumbawamba
New York Song
First time in New York, just seventeen in a motel full of poets, drunks and queens.I walk the city streets into the nightto see Manhattan in the early morning light.On the corner of a street they laugh and talk,the young men watch me coming, block my walk; they see me slow right down - they know I don't belong.Then all at once ... they all break into song.
From Letras Mania