HANK PI—ATA: Welcome to the Silts Hotel! You know, I love the Silts so much, that everywhere I go I take a little piece of the Silts with me. Well, I do own a percentage of the joint, it would be rude not to. Now I have a song that Iíd like to sing about another place that I love. Itís A quaint little fishing village on the banks of the Mongo River. So great they named itÖ well, once. Now Iíve been to a lot of towns in my time; Buzzarton, Gizzard Gulch, Nolybab City, but there aint no city like this joint, and I should know, Ďcause I was hatched there!
Now this is a little known tune, by Mr Magnet, and Stunks McCoy, arrangement by Tom the barkeeper. And tonight, solely by usÖ
Start lighting the fuse, and blast me away
I will be blown apart for it - New Yolk, New Yolk
Iíve nothing to lose, thatís what they all say
Iíll do a SoulStorm fart in it - New Yolk, New Yolk
I wanna sail up in a river, thatís pretty deep
And then Iíll pop a chill pill, get my own meep
Quit hurling abuse, Just leave it, okay?
Iím gonna find my part in it - in old New Yolk
If I can fake it there, Iíll fake it anywhere
Militíry coup - New Yolk, New Yolk
New Yolk, New Yolk
I want to drink up in a city, that doesnít drink
Probíly had too many Brews; Iím really pissed, Iíve had my fill
Of SoulStorm Brew
Those smelly slog-doos, are hurling my way
This really is an Odd-awful cesspit - this old New Yolk
And if I can fake it there, Iím gonna fake it anywhere
Anarchy rules - New Yolk New Yolk
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