text: I used to think that New York City
  Fell from grace with God
  And innocence abroad
  Waged a war for the underdog
  When the snow falls
  And Central Park looks like a Christmas card
  I just looked beyond the bagman
  And the madness that makes this city hard
  I heard a basketball
  Somewhere out beyond a chain link fence
  Inner city prisoners
  Argue for the right of self defense
  But theres a fast break
  And every work of art wakes something in the soul
  Just focus on the brush strokes
  And the bouquets that the dancers hold
  Spanish Harlem still sounds good to me
  Yeah Mona Lisas getting older
  Standing in the shadow of Miss Liberty
  While I walk along the west side
  Down through Little Italy
  Searching for the city
  That took away the kid in me
  Spanish Harlem still sounds good to me
  Yeah Mona Lisas getting older
  Standing in the shadow of Miss Liberty
  While I walk along the west side
  Down through Little Italy
  Searching for the city
  That took away the kid in me
  Spanish Harlem still sounds good to me
  Yeah Mona Lisas getting older
  Standing in the shadow of Miss Liberty
  While I walk along the west side
  Down through Little Italy
  Searching for the city
  That took away the kid in me