Big Apple? Big Deal.

Look, I'm sorry...I just get really fed up with the whole obsession with New York City, sometimes...

 

New York City, how big are you tonight?
Yeah I know, I know, I know
You're a big, big deal
You can spend
And you can fight
Kickboxer in a Lexus
With a big, big mouth.
Milk and honey in your silver spoon
Mixed with all that piss and vinegar
Give a sulpher smell, a sour taste
But you got the look and texture
Of a banker in the ring
You'd fuck Hollywood if you could stand her
For just 15 seconds...
But, hey, you're busy
Busy, busy, bustle--
Busy, busy being better
Such a big, big deal.
With your Yankee Stadium larynx
And your Times Square stare
With your Long Island navel
And your Wall Street heart
Pushing grey-black blood
'Round your Queens-slum lungs
Up to the urban reclamation
In your Harlem gums
Big and strong
Tall and proud
Shit and roses--sky to ground
Giant apple, golden bones
Blue blood
Crimson fists
Fat gut
Fat head
Fat motherfucking mouth
Big city
BIG MAN!
Big wallet
Big belly
Big deal.
Busy, busy being better
Big God damn deal.