No More Blues - Clark Terry

One minute I’m in Central Park

Then I’m down on Delancey Street

From the Bow’ry to St Marks

There’s a syncopated beat

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo

I’m streetwise

I can improvise

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo

I’m street-smart

I’ve got New York City heart

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 bebopulation

And I got street savoir-faire

The rhythm of the city

But once you get it down

Then you can own this town

You can wear the crown

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 doo-bopulation

And I got street savoir-faire

Everything goes

Everything fits

They love me at the Chelsea

They adore me at the Ritz

Why should I worry?

Why should I care?

And even when I cross that line

I got street savoir-faire

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo