Well, I was born in a little bitty tar hut You know they called me a man 'cause I couldn't keep my big, big mouth shut So tell me, what's the use of me sitting here leaving when any ole day I might be even Lord knows that New York City's got a lot to do with it Yeah, I wish someday I could find the way to get it out of my brain This dirty old town's gonna sink right down and I don't want to go with it I wish there was a way that I knew to get even, a way to get my licks in, 'bobbin' and a-'weavin' Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin' you can do on a train Well, I once knew a man who sailed around the world twice He would have made it three but he took a lot of bad advice So tell me what's the use of me sittin' here leavin' when any ole day I might get even Lord knows New York City's got alot to do with it Chorus Solo Well, I once knew a man who sailed around the world two times But his motor cooled down and now he's deliverin' ice Tell me what's the use of me sittin' here leavin' when any ole day I might get even And Lord knows New York City's got a lot to do with it Chorus