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