You've got a Montezuma necklace

Hung round the mannequin who walks for you

And pretty soon you'll be the next big thing

And there'll be nothing left to make you blue

Just play it cool and shroud it in guitar

Yeah New York City's got a crush on you

Hold your drink like you're a humble star

There's not much else but hope and dream that you can do

You could make a scene

Wouldn't you like to be uncool and evergreen

That pretty world's so mean

Wouldn't you like to

Wouldn't you like to