Who’s the luckiest girl I know?
I’m the luckiest girl I know!
Here in the heart of a city just starting its day
After waking at dawn to its siren song of urban decay
Where’s the prettiest town I know?
Here’s the prettiest town I know!
Under the crime, and the layers of grime — like Pompeii!
Now, the dirt the noise and the fear
May not be what brought me here
But attractions like these
Are just some of the reasons I stay
Who’s the victim of unfair press?
You’re the victim of unfair press!
People complain that you’re loud and you’re vain and you’re cold
Put me straight in the ground if I ever sound so tired and old
Who’ll be with you through thick and thin?
I’ll be with you through thick and thin!
Here at your side, I’m along for the ride — all the way!
I can take on whatever may come
If here’s where I’m starting from
Think of all that could be
And it’s easy to see why I stay!
Back home they think I’m crazy
New York’s no place to be!
Well, E.B. White and I respectfully disagree
Ring Lardner and O’Henry —
They seemed to liked, too
Why not? When every window
Offers a bird’s-eye view
Of a fabulous picture postcard
From the city of my dreams
Where the message on the back says: BOOM!!
And it rattles and crashes and screams:
“Who’s the luckiest girl I know?
You’re the luckiest girl I know!
Stick with me, kid, like those other guys did and … some day!”
The allure of wealth and acclaim —
Sure, that may be why I came
But it ain’t happened yet, and do I look upset?
So please don’t ever let me feel doubt or regret
Could I leave you, my pet? Rue the day that we met?
I’d be lost you can bet, if I ever forget why I stay!
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