In the back of my Cadillac,
a wicked lady sittin' by my side
sayin'
'Where are we?'
Stop at Third and Forty-three,
exit to the night.
it's gonna be ecstacy.
This place was meant for me,
feels so
good tonight,
who cares about tomorrow?
So baby, you'd better believe
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
A.
Frehley, New York Groove
