The Sound Of North America

[D]Ginger Elvis P[F#m7]resley looked a fra[G]ction sad[D]
[D]Roaming the whole [A]town from bin to bin[G]
[D]Well living on the [F#m7]streets wasn't [G]all that bad[D]
[D]Where no-one seemed to [A]know that he was [G]King [D]

The [Bm]sound of New York City
isn't p[F#m7]olice sirens wailing
It's the [D]sound of Wall Street [F#m7]tills
whilst [G]everyone else is fa[D]iling

Sometimes you [F#m7]feel expensive
Sometimes you feels so cheap
[G]You can roam the streets a [D]King
[G]Whilst everyone's [D]asleep
You can mime to a[F#m7]ny record
With a [G]hairbrush or a [D]spoon
But [Gmaj7]God help the singer out of tun[A]e

A crippled Mohammad Ali
looked at bad luck in the mirror
Bad luck looked back at him and sighed
He looked a good foot smaller
and a couple of stone thinner
And if anyone came toward him
he would hide

The sound of North America
isn't Christians quietly praying
It's the sound of shuffling feet
that don't know where they're staying

Sometimes you feel expensive
sometimes you feels so cheap
You can roam the streets a King
whilst everyone's asleep
You can fight with anybody
with a glimmer of a chance
But God help the boxer with no hands

A homeless Greta Garbo
moves across the street
The moonlight shining clearly
through her skirt
A real life living legend
that no-one wants to meet
And that's when being Garbo
really hurts

The lyrics of "New York"
may have Frank Sinatra singing
But the rhythm and the melody
were dead black men swinging

Sometimes you feel expensive
sometimes you feels so cheap
You can roam the streets a Queen
whilst everyone's asleep
You can act with anybody
from the cradle to the crypt
But God help the actress
who doesn't know the script