Lyrics
You can dance if you want to, all the critics love you in New York
You don't have to keep the beat, they'll still think it's neat, in New York
You can wear what you want to, it doesn't matter, in New York
You could cut off all your hair, I don't think they'd care, in New York
All the critics love you in New York
Why you can play what you want to, all the critics love you in New York
They won't say that you're naive if you play what you believe, in New York
Purple love-amour is all you're headed for, but don't show it
The reason that you're cool
Is cause you're from the old school, and they know it
All the critics love you in New York
You can dance if you want to, All the critics love you in New York
You can dance if you want to, All the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you, all the critics love you
All the critics love you in New York
It's time for a new direction
It's time for jazz to die
4th day of November
We need a purple high
Don't give up, I'll still love you
All the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you, all the critics love you
All the critics love you in New York
Body don't want to quit, gotta get another hit [Repeat: x4]
(fuck me over)
All the critics love you, all the critics love you
All the critics love you in New York
What ya lookin' at, punk?
Look out all you hippies, you ain't as sharp as me
It ain't about the trippin', but the sexuality, turn it up
You can dance if you want to
All the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you in New York
(Yes, we're certain of it, he's definitely masturbating)
All the critics love you in New York
Take a bath, hippies!
All the critics love you in New York [Repeat: x4]
New York [Repeat: x5]