Dave Rotheray - The Sound of North America lyrics

[Verse 1] Ginger Elvis Presley Looked a fraction sad Roaming the whole town From bin to bin Well, living on the streets Wasn't all that bad Where no one seemed to know That he was King [Pre-Chorus 1] The sound of New York City Isn't police sirens wailing It's the sound of Wall Street tills Whilst everyone else is failing [Chorus 1] Sometimes you feel expensive Sometimes you feel so cheap You can roam the streets a king Whilst everyone's asleep You can mime to any record With a hairbrush or a spoon But God help the singer Out of tune [Verse 2] A crippled Mohammad Ali Looked at bad luck in the mirror Bad luck looked back at him And sighed He looked a good foot smaller And a couple of stone thinner And if anyone came toward him He would hide [Pre-Chorus 2] The sound of North America Isn't Christians quietly praying It's the sound of shuffling feet That don't know where they're staying [Chorus 2] Sometimes you feel expensive Sometimes you feel so cheap You can roam the streets a king Whilst everyone's asleep You can fight with anybody With a glimmer of a chance But God help the boxer With no hands [Verse 3] A homeless Greta Garbo Moves across the street The moonlight shining clearly Through her skirt A real life living legend That no one wants to meet And that's when being Garbo Really hurts [Pre-Chorus 3] The lyrics of 'New York' May have Frank Sinatra singing But the rhythm and the melody Were dead black men swinging [Chorus 3] Sometimes you feel expensive Sometimes you feel so cheap You can roam the streets a queen Whilst everyone's asleep You can act with anybody From the cradle to the crypt But God help the actress Who doesn't know the script