The telephone rings
I just got home
Serginho is calling in
He always knows some place to go
Someone's house or someone's show
Ooh, the New Yorkinos
Ooh, pure emotion
Ooh, we dream live
Who's going to teach us the lesson
Fã¡fafa , farófa, farófa, farófa, farófa
Farófa, fará
The sun comes up
Over the high rooftops of lower Manhattan
Give me another cup
Before the music stops
Until we go home or somewhere else
Ooh, the New Yorkers
Ooh, we don't even need to sleep
Ooh, anyway path
Let's go home or go out
Ooh, eternal Yorkinos
Ooh, so lazy
Ooh, strangers in the nest
That's mine world

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