Hangin' out with Lars down on 6th street
He knew that I was in trouble
I was feeling much like the devil
There was something burning deep inside of me
Ran into three Puerto Ricans
These girls took us to the funhouse
Where we played a lonely pinball machine
Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin by but none of them seem to go my way
New York City, well I wish I was on the highway
Baack to Olympia...
I'm having a hard time understanding
It gets all too demanding
She's all gone and I'm stranded
Something burning deep inside of me
All I know it's 4 o'clock and
She ain't never showed up and
I watched a thousand people go home from work Yeah!
Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin by but none of them seem to go my way
New York City, well I wish I was on the highway
Baack to Olympia...
How many times will it take me
Before I go crazy
Before I lose everythign
Something burning deep inside of me
Ran into three Puerto Ricans
Those girls took us to the fun house
I don't want to be alone again
Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin by but none of them seem to go my way
New York City, well I wish I was on the highway
Baack to Olympia...
Writer(s): Lars Frederiksen, Timothy Armstrong, Roger M. Freeman
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