I live in a basement of a building In a building of a street in this town In a building on a street in a neighborhood complete With the garbage and the sun going down I work in the office of a rich man At a desk with a pencil in my rear Five days a week where I rarely get to speak As I watch my future slowly disappear This is life on Bleecker Street Where the tourists shuffle to a boom box beat Old men sit and stare at their feet This is life on Bleecker Street The owner of the deli is a "Yes Maam" He ogles all the woman going by He tries to be discreet from his window on the street He's a "how ya going honey" kind a guy People talk revolution in the cafes They debate right and wrong while they drink There are buses there are cars there are shiny movie stars There are starving artists standing on the brink This is life on Bleecker Street Where the tourists shuffle to a boom box beat Old men sit and stare at their feet This is life on Bleecker Street All kinds of people come from who knows where All kinds of people who knows how much they care Who knows how much The lady with the jewels and the Nikon Wants to photograph another souvenir She's looking for a sexy New York icon To prove to someone she was really here I meet my baby on the Bowery In the dark of the Lower East Side In a city made of stone we can finally be alone