Sweet Wednesday - (Lisa, I'm Sorry I Brought You To) New York City lyrics

Well, we're heading over the Brooklyn Bridge now Our engine sputters and comes to a halt And the cars around us clench their wheels in anger Against the sparkling asphalt You say, "You should have filled the tank up back in Jersey!" I say, "I would have but the gas gage doesn't work!" Now the cars are backed up for miles and miles As we get a ticket from an NYPD parking clerk Chorus: Lisa, I'm sorry I brought you to New York City I'm sorry you're having a bad time The buildings strech so high And the skyline's so pretty Maybe you'd have a better time of it If you could just stop complaining Well, our friends we're staying with they just got married After three days with us they're threatening divorce They offered us free tickets to see the Sox play the Yankees But you told them, "We don't like sports!" I was scared half to d**h at the Life Café There was a Pit Bull in the vestibule by the door He was chewing on the remains of a bacon double cheeseburger And he looked like he wanted something more Chorus We headed south to a restaurant by the river Our waitress danced with candles on her head She tripped on your bag And the highlights of your hair turned a brilliant fiery red You sprinted all the way out to the front door Were you crying out in anger or in pain? You stepped outside And your hair was extinguished By the sweet summer rain Lisa, I'm sorry I brought you to New York City I'm sorry you're having a bad time The buildings strech so high And the skyline's so pretty Maybe you'd have a better time of it If it would just stop raining