One eyed man with a scar on his face and a peg leg
Drives his cab fifty miles per hour down Broadway
Looks at me with his crooked smile while Gershwin plays
Hits his breaks and points out the freaks on St. Marque's place

Its the rhythm of the rain that falls
Its a cab ride at five a.m.
Manhattan goddess with your Levis and curls
New York City I'm comin home again

I sit and smile thinkin 'bout summer sundays and the roller skates
Afro wigs and rainbow socks float past like a ballet
Peanut roasters poppin' up on every corner, can't you taste that taste
Makes me long for an early morning ride on a subway

Its the rhythm of the rain that falls
Its a cab ride at five a.m.
Manhattan goddess with your Levis and curls
New York City I'm coming home again

You can steal a line or a phrase, the record company'll cheer
Sign you off make you an artist, make you a millionaire
Shake your hand pat your back give you a big white smile
Then they'll say that they're your biggest fans and say they love your style

Its the rhythm of the rain that falls
Its a cab ride at five a.m.
Manhattan goddess with your Levis and curls
New York City I'm comin' home again

Its the rhythm of the rain that falls
Its a cab ride at five a.m.
Manhattan goddess with your Levis and curls
New York City I'm comin' home again

Its the rhythm of the rain that falls
Its a cab ride at five a.m.
Manhattan goddess with your Levis and curls
New York City I'm comin' home again
New York City I'm comin' home again
New York City I'm comin' home again