Miss New York Lyrics - Singles - The Brendan Hines

Hobos and tacos 

and broken down Hondas 

No-doze and slo-mos and Jane Fucking Fondas 

Sunshine and red wine 

And how is the torque? 

I miss New York 

Fuck you but thank you 

May I ask who's calling? 

Run throughs and jet blues and beach volleyballing 

Palm trees, exposed knees 

I punched Mickey Rourke 

I miss New York 

Washington Square, are you still there? 

Do you still have drugs, jugglers and bucks to spare? 

Sunglasses, free passes 

and come see my band 

Valets and bad plays and condoms in sand 

Freeways and delays, 

Carnitas means pork 

But I miss New York 

Marine layers, mad dog stares and avocados 

Drunk driving, high fiving, money up my nose 

Texting and sexing, 

I hugged Mickey Rourke 

But I miss New York 

Tompkins Square, are you still there? 

Do you still have bugs, mohawks and drugs to spare?