You go to NYC, you do so for opportunity. You’ve been told the streets are paved with gold.
Even if you are from Nebraska, the heartland, where you have been blessed with a heart of gold, and you not only should, but do know, the streets are not paved with gold, you go to NYC looking for opportunity.
Heck!
NYC is an exciting place, bustling with bustle, and hustle, and nestles of muscle.
Okay, but I have to add this part, too:
Under the pavement, the beach!
“Sous les paves, la plage!”
This, from someone who loves the sidewalks of New York.
As has been said,
“Down in front of Casey’s, Old brown wooden stoop, On a summer’s evening we formed a merry group, Boys and girls together we Would sing and waltz, While Tony played the organ on The sidewalks of New York,
“East Side, West Side, all around the town The tots sang “ring-a-rosie” “London Bridge is falling down” Boys and girls together Me and Mamie O’Rourke Tripped the light fantastic on the Sidewalks of New York
“That’s where Johnny Casey, little Jimmy Crowe Jakey Krause, the baker Who always had the dough Pretty Nellie Shannon with a dude As light as cork She first picked up the waltz step On the sidewalks of New York
“Things have changed since those times Some are up in “G” Others they are wand’rers but they All feel just like me They’d part with all they’ve got
Could they once more walk With their best girl and have a twirl
“On the sidewalks of New York.
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