One minute I'm in Central Park
Then I'm down on Delancey Street
From the Bowery to St Marks
There's a syncopated beat
Said whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
I'm streetwise, I can improvise
Said whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
I'm streetsmart, I've got New York City heart
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
I may not have a dime
But I got street savoir-faire
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just bebopulation
And I got street savoir-faire
The rhythm of the city
But once you get it down
Said you can own this town
You can wear the crown
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
I may not have a dime
But I got street savoir-faire
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just doobopulation
And I got street savoir-faire
Everything goes
Everything fits
They love me at the Chelsea
They adore me at the Ritz
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
And even when I cross that line
I got street savoir-faire
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
