(Mick, I've got a...)

There must be one million stories in
New York City, the naked city, and this
is one of 'em

I live out on the island, and I got problems
My Mom don't like me, cause she says I know Sultan(?)
Sitting in the cark park, in my old Buick Skylark
Getting high, getting high,
Getting high on the eight track

Oh, listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track

Oh it ain't easy, when you gotta survive
Keep on giving death, just to survive
Oh get out into the car park, sitting in my
own Buick Skylark in the dark
Oh, 'n I'll listen to the eight track
Oh, I'll listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track
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Yeah, can't wind it back
Listen to the eight track
In between the seats, in the cracks
Listen to the eight track

Oh sometimes I get a woman in here
And I put on Bruce Springsteen's new double album
And then, just when everything's getting hot
I start turning the volume right down low
Baby, let me snuggle right next to you

You turned to me sweetly, you know what she said,
She said, turn up the eight track
Oh listen to the eight track
Oh listen to the eight track, ain't no winding it back
Listen to the eight track
Listen to the eight track
Listen to the eight track

There must have been about a million
stories in New York City, the naked
city, and this has been one of them!