I remember how to make a quick hundred bucks
Sleeping in the back of a pickup truck
I remember looking up the barrel of a loaded gun
Texas cops and cooking drugs
But look at us in New York City, everybody's listening to me
Here we are in New York City, rock ' roll in New York City
Alright
I remember begging my best friend for my life
He cut me and his wife with a pocket knife
I remember getting picked up for a petty crime
And getting locked up for holding a dime
But look at us in New York City, everybody's listening to me
Here we are in New York City, rock ' roll in New York City