One minute I´m in Central Park. Then, I´m down on Delancey Street. Said, from the Bow´ry to St Mark´s.
There´s a syncopated beat. Right.
~*Pre-Chorus.*~
I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo. I´m streetwise. I can improvise. I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo. I´m streetsmart. I´ve got New York City heart.
~*Chorus.*~
Why should I worry? Why should I care? I may not have a dime. But I got street savoir faire. Why should I worry?
Why should I care? It´s just be-bopulation. And I got street savoir faire.
~*Verse Two.*~
The rhythm of the city. But once you get it down. Said, then you can own this town. You can wear the crown!
~*Chorus.*~
Why should I worry? Tell me. Why should I care? I Said, I may not have a dime. Oh! But I got street savoir faire. Why should I worry?
Why should I care? It´s just doo-bopulation. And I got street savoir faire.
~*Bridge.*~
Ev´rything goes. Ev´rything fits. They love me at the Chelsea! They adore me at the Ritz!
~*Chorus.*~
Why should I worry? Why should I care? And even when I cross that line. I got street savoir faire.
~*Fading.*~
I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo. I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo. Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo.