Once I hated this city.
Now it can’t get me down.
Slushy, humid and gritty,
What a pretty town!
What, thought I , could be duller,
More depressing, less gay?
Now my favorite colour is gray!
A wall of rain as it turns to sleet,
The lack of sun of a oneway street;
I love the grime all the time,
And what more do I need?
My window pane has a lovely view:
An inch of sky and a fly or two.
Why I can see half a tree,
And what more do I need?
The dust is thick and it’s galling.
It simply can’t be excused.
In winter even the falling Snow looks used.
My window pane may not give much light,
But I see you,
So the view is bright.
If I can love you,
I’ll pay the dirt no heed!
With your love, what more do I need?
Someone’s shouting for quiet,
Someone ’s starting a brawl.
Down the block there’s a riot,
And I buy it all!
Listen now I’m ecstatic.
Hold me close and be still.
Hear the lovely pneumatic drill!
A subway train thounders through the Bronx,
A taxi horn on the corner honks,
But I adore ev’ry roar,
And what more do I need?
I hear a Crain making street repairs,
A twoton child running wild ustairs.
Steampipes band,
Sirens clang,
And what more do I need?
The neighbours yell in the summer,
The landlord yells in the fall,
So loud I can’t hear the plumber pound the wall!
An Aeroplane roars across the bay
But I can hear you as clear as day.
You said you love meabove the sound and speed!
With your love what more do I need?