New York City - Kevin Johnson

Big plane, bass man, you’re thinner in the face, man

And Winter is almost on us

Trash can, song man, letters from the tax man, Hoping to hear things from us

And we got nothin' We got nothin'

We can try to persevere for another year

But we’re never gonna make it here in New York City

Hey day, pay days, whiskey for the DJ’s

Doesn’t leave much for dancing

One hop, don’t stop, make it to the real top

Might as well stop romancing, That we’re gonna go there

We’re goin' nowhere

The rock and roll finds of North Caroline

Are never gonna make the big time in New York City

Southbound Greyhound, headed for my home town

Leavin' round ten this evening

Down in the old town, walking on my home ground, Is reason enough for leavin'

'Cause we got nothin'

We got nothin', The rock and roll finds of North Caroline

Are never gonna make the big time in New York City