I used to live in New York City
Everything there was dark and dirty
Outside my window was a steeple
With a clock that always said "12:30"
Young girls are coming to the canyon
And in the mornings I can see them walking
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
And I can’t keep myself from talking
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba...
Young girls are coming to the canyon
And in the morning I can see them walking
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
And I can’t keep myself from talking