Once I Hated This City,
Now It Can't Get Me Down.
Slushy, Humid And Gritty,
What A Pretty Town.

What, Thought I, Could Be Duller,
More Depressing, Less Gay.
Now My Favourite Colour
Is Grey.


A Wall Of Rain As It Turns To Sleet,
The Lack Of Sun On A One-way Street,
I Love The Grime All The Time.
And What More Do I Need?


My Window Pane Has A Lovely View:
An Inch Of Sky And A Fly Or Two.
Why, I Can See Half A Tree.
And What More Do I Need?


The Dusk Is Thick And It's Galling;
It Simply Can't Be Excused.
In Winter Even The Falling Snow Looks
Used.


My Window Pane May Not Give Much Light,
But I See You, So The View Is Bright.
If I Can Love You, I'll Pay The Dirt No Heed!
With Your Love, What More Do I Need?


Someone Shouting For Quiet,
Someone Starting A Brawl,
Down The Block There's A Riot,
And I'll Buy It All!


Listen, Now I'm Ecstatic,
Hold Me Close And Be Still.
Hear The Lovely Pneumatic
Drill!


A Subway Train Thunders Through The Bronx,
A Taxi Horn On The Corner Honks.
But I Adore Ev'ry Roar.
And What More Do I Need?


I Hear A Crane Making Street Repairs,
A Two-ton Child Running Wild Upstairs.
Steam Pipes Bang,sirens Clang,
And What More Do I Need?


The Neighbours Yell In The Summer,
The Landlord Yells In The Fall,
So Loud I Can't Hear The Plumber
Pound The Wall.


An Aeroplane Roars Across The Bay,
But I Can Hear You As Clear As Day:
You Said You Love Me
Above The Sound And Speed.


With Your Love,
What More Do I Need?