New York City, look at me now,
Bein’ stared at from behind a plow.
Mississippi, don’t get annoyed,
I ain’t no hippie, just a New York boy.
Didn’t want the mayor to come
or a big brass band to greet me,
But then, the reception I got,
Well it wasn’t what I had in mind.
People gawkin’ at me
like I’m talkin’ strange,
Me, I ain’t much better ’cause I’m thinkin’ the same
Hey! Boy!
New York City, look at me now,
Bein’ stared at from behind a plow.
Mississippi, don’t get annoyed,
I ain’t no hippie, just a New York boy.
Sayin’ y’all, and eatin’ on grits,
Talkin’ slow as molasses,
An’ all the time just pointin’ at me
An my hair growin’ over my ears
Gets my mind to wandrin’
Just who’s right and who’s wrong,
Guess if they get used to the sideburns
I’ll get used to the corn.
Hey! Boy!
New York City, look at me now,
Bein’ stared at from behind a ploq.
Mississippi, don’t get annoyed,
I ain’t no hippie, just a New York boy.
New York City, look at me now,
Bein’ stared at from behind a ploq.
Mississippi, don’t get annoyed,
I ain’t no hippie, just a New York boy.