Many years since I was here,
on the street I was passin’ my time away
to the left and to the right,
buildings towering to the sky
it’s outta sight
in the dead of night
Here I am, and in this city, with a fistful of dollars
And baby, you’d better believe it
I’m back, back in the new york groove
I’m back, back in the new york groove
I’m back, back in the new york groove
Back in the new york groove, in the new york groove
In the back of my cadillac
A wicked lady, sittin’ by my side, sayin where are we?
Stop at third and forty-three, exit to the night
It’s gonna be ecstasy, this place was meant for me
Feels so good tonight, who cares about tomorrow
So baby, you’d better believe
I’m back, back in the new york groove…
–Ace Frehely
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