The Gulf and Western Garbage
Just ain't the prettiest smell
When you're sleeping on the 4th floor up
It's like a living hell
New York's finest rounding up the bums
The firemen get no rest,
and ambulances signal death, on Central Park 'n' West

Now there ain't no sheets upon my bed,
just a mattress and some wine
The rain is pouring through the night
and I'm glad my life is mine
When Frank Carillo plays guitar
trying to get it off his chest
He gets the words he needs tonight
on Central Park 'n' West

And I think, I think, I think, I think, I think it's the best,
when I'm locked in the middle of New York city on Central Park 'n' West
and I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it's a mess,
but you've got to be crazy to live in the city, and New York city's the best

And we all want just someone just like me
in the city we call home
She leaves me sometimes when I write,
'cause I write better on my own
Bag ladies take my dollars)
put my conscience to the test
But waitresses give me coffee free
on Central Park 'n' West

So sing soul woman, sing the songs)
it's time to sing them now
I'm getting more than high from hearin' 'em
don't sing them quiet, sing them loud
For you sang with the best of them
but now you're just a guest
I tell you we'll get a hotel room
on Central Park 'n' West

'Cause I think, I think, I think, I think, I think it's the best,
when I'm locked in the middle of New York city on Central Park 'n' West
and I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it's a mess,
but you've got to be crazy to live in the city, and New York cityc12