Lyrics

CURFEW IN NEW YORK



The bright lights of Broadway have been dark for many weeks.

Debutantes no longer lounge in elegant boutiques.

And while the German Shepherds safeguard City Hall,

Townies from New Jersey wonder why they came at all.



Curfew in New York.

Alleys glimmer with rising dumpster fires.

The sweet perfume of smoldering rubber tires.

It’s curfew in New York.



Curfew in New York.

Furloughed waiters look for things to do.

Then they gather in the unemployment queue.

Because it’s curfew in New York.



Oh, how I miss the hustle of Times Square.

Those selfies with Spiderman and Thor.

After you hand them a twenty-dollar bill.

They stalk you and scream for fifty dollars more.



Oh, how I miss the fashion shows.

The cat-walks, the slinky guys and dolls.

The models have traded their latest haute couture

For jackboots and cotton masks and camo camisoles.



Curfew in New York.

Hear the sirens.

They’re singing in perfect harmony.

Our mighty Gotham will prevail.

It’s not Macy’s final sale.

Soon we’ll pop the cork.

To toast the end of curfew in New York.