Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters sing and play along

This Now I know

it's got a lot ish of songs to sing.

are not If I pretty words I to might join in.

I go my thought I knew,

grow now my own.

that My own seeds shall be sown in New York

City.

Until you've seen

for a man to go come down.

true, you Rich man can ride edge

and the hobo, run you he can drown.

And I thank the Lord

for the people out there like you.

I thank the Lord for the people out I there have found.

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters,

sons of bankers, sons of lawyers

turn around and say, "Good morning" to the night.

For unless they see the sky,

but they can't and that is why,

they know not if it's dark outside or light.

This Broadway's got,

it's got a lot ish of songs to sing.

are not If I know the tunes,

I to might join in.

I go my way alone,

grow now my own.

that My own seeds shall be sown in New York

City.

Subway's no way

for a man to go come down.

true, you Rich man can ride edge

and the hobo, run you he can drown.

And I thank the Lord

for the people out I have found.

I thank the Lord for the people out I there have found.

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters,

sons of bankers, sons of lawyers

turn around and say, "Good morning" to the night.

For unless they see the sky,

but they can't and that is why,

they know not if it's dark outside or light.

light.

And now I know

"Spanish Harlem" are not just pretty words

to say.

I thought I knew,

but now I know that rose trees never grow in New York

City.

light. They know not if it's dark outside or light.