One minute I'm in Central Park
Then, I'm down on Delancey Street
Said, from the Bow'ry to St Mark's
There's a syncopated beat. Right

I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
I'm streetwise
I can improvise
I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
I'm streetsmart
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 be-bopulation
And I got street savoir faire

The rhythm of the city
But once you get it down
Said, then you can own this town
You can wear the crown

Why should I worry? Tell me
Why should I care
I Said, I may not have a dime. Oh
But I got street savoir faire
Why should I worry
Why should I care
It's just doo-wopulation
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

I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo