~*Verse One.*~
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One minute I'm in Central Park.
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Then, I'm down on Delancey Street.
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Said, from the Bow'ry to St Mark's.
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There's a syncopated beat. Right.
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~*Pre-Chorus.*~
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I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo.
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I'm streetwise.
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I can improvise.
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I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo.
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I'm streetsmart.
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I've got New York City heart.
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~*Chorus.*~
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Why should I worry?
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Why should I care?
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I may not have a dime.
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But I got street savoir faire.
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Why should I worry?
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Why should I care?
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It's just be-bopulation.
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And I got street savoir faire.
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~*Verse Two.*~
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The rhythm of the city.
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But once you get it down.
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Said, then you can own this town.
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You can wear the crown!
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~*Chorus.*~
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Why should I worry? Tell me.
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Why should I care?
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I Said, I may not have a dime. Oh!
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But I got street savoir faire.
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Why should I worry?
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Why should I care?
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It's just doo-wopulation.
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And I got street savoir faire.
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~*Bridge.*~
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Ev'rything goes.
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Ev'rything fits.
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They love me at the Chelsea!
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They adore me at the Ritz!
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~*Chorus.*~
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Why should I worry?
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Why should I care?
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And even when I cross that line.
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I got street savoir faire.
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~*Fading.*~
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I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo.
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I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo.
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Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo.
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Why Should I Worry?
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| Billy Joel |
