Tekst piosenki ' NYC Forever! ' wykonawcy Rooms: A Rock Romance

Monica:
Early every morning as the night is turning light
I walk awake the city through the traffic of the human being
Everybody wearing their invisible crown
As the sky turns a million shades of red downtown

It's an avalanche of faces, the people of all races
The trash cans and the music and the unexpected flowers
The twinkle of the twin towers, the walking with a walk-man
The vicious, volley, wham-bam, pompano, ya-ya-ya-ya

Everybody's telling me lately
Everything is gonna be fine
NYC Forever
This September, '77

Ian:
Underneath the covers, in the morning we are lovers
In the afternoon and evenings too, and all the hours in between
I'm visiting vistas I have never seen
All the colors of love seep low through my window

Both:
Walking through times square, hand-in-hand we stop

Monica:
Isn't that way a coach checks sucked his lollipop?

Ian:
New wave blares on every stereo speaker

Both:
How we love our room above the Ritter and the bleaker

Everybody better remember
Everything is gonna be fine
NYC Forever
This September, '77

Monica:
Everywhere you turn opportunity

Ian:
Delivery

Monica:
Incredible

Ian:
A miracle

Monica:
For a girl like me

Ian:
For a guy like me

Monica:
It's the rush of the rage

Ian:
Wish it was simpler

Monica:
The adrenaline bay

Ian:
Just me and her

Monica: ````````````````````````````````````````````````````` Ian:
The dog eats the dung ````````````````````````````````The blur of
You hit the ground running ``````````````````````````````The booze
Cause here you got nothing for nothing

Ian:
Pour more booze

Monica:
Nothing for nothing

Ian:
Pour more booze

Monica:
Come out with me tonight. The Filthy Rat Bastards are hosting a party later at Skanks.

Ian:
Oh, that's the third party in a row.

Monica:
No, it's the same party. It just hasn't finished yet.

Ian:
Lay down with me.

Monica:
Sounds fantastic, but this is business, darling.
I mean, show business isn't all show. Get some rest, our big night tomorrow. C.B.G.B's!
We gotta be great.

Ian:
Yeah, cheers.
The clock's tick-tocking, and my mind's sleep-walking
She's always running and there's always something
I'm all alone, so far from home
Oh, brother, am I her lover or her mother?

Good morning.
Hello, is this the liquor store?
I'm running out of whiskey
Would you bring me more, pretty please?
I got a gig tonight at CBGB's

Monica:
Ian, no!
Tonight's gonna be great!
After the show, promise me you'll wait

Ian:
I'm thirsty as a hark
I'm full of fear and loathing
I'm sweating and my safety-pin's holding up my clothing
Everything is coming together

Monica:
Everything's gonna be fine

Both:
NYC forever
This September
'77!