N.y.c. Streets Lyrics - Singles - Rebel Meets Rebel

[Spoken] 

DAVID ALLAN COE 

I thought what was cool, was... uh, rockin' Rita 

looking for a Dimebag, like, people who don't 

know who you are think it's some chick lookin' 

for dope. 

DIMEBAG 

Exaclty. 

DAVID ALLAN COE 

*laughs* 

DIMEBAG 

You know it's all about the lyrics. 

DAVID ALLAN COE 

You know what I mean? 

DIMEBAG 

Yeah, man. 

DAVID ALLAN COE 

Yeah, I hear ya. 

DIMEBAG 

Here we go... 

[sung] 

Cowboy junkies on the radio 

Singin' some ol' funky tune 

Time to change the station 

He says: Stop the car 

Let me out 

I say hey, dude 

What's that all about 

The artist formally known as 

Man, that's insane 

Purple Rain, hey dude 

Cut me some slack 

What's his real name 

Bridge, man 

New York City streets 

Horns blowin' 

I don't care 

People goin' God knows where 

Freaks on the corner 

Hair dyed blue 

Lookin' at me 

But I'm lookin' at you 

I wonder 

What am I doin' here 

What am I doin' here 

Whiskey signs 

Fashion in my mind 

Time to get loaded 

And get out of this town 

Pantera on the Marquee 

Better stay one more day 

Iron Maiden, Mot?ad 

Fuck, heavy metal ain't dead 

Hey dude 

What's that you said 

Rockin' Rita 

Lookin' for a Dimebag 

What's up with that dude 

Ah, turn the music up 

Turn the music up 

Go to the bridge, now 

New York City streets 

Horns blowin' 

I don't care 

People goin' God knows where 

I don't care 

Freaks on the corner 

Hair dyed blue 

Lookin' at me 

And I'm lookin' at you 

What am I doin' here 

God, what am I doin' here 

You say your name is 

[spoken] 

Hey dude, check it out. I got this tape by some 

friends of mine, called Punk Jack. Ey, good, you 

gotta hear these guys. They ain't got no record 

deal. What difference does that make? You don't 

need a record deal, motherfucker - listen to the 

music, dude. 

Fuckin' A, dude