(howl) Uh-huh... One minute, I'm in Central Park... Then I'm down on Delancey Street... (Singin') From the Bowery to Saint Mark's... There's a syncopated beat (Said) Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo... I'm street wise, I can improvise... (Said) Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo... I'm street-smart, I got New York City heart. Why should I worry? Why should I care? I may not have a dime, But I got street savoir-faire. Why should I worry? Why should I care? It's just be-bopulation And I got street savoir-faire. Hmmmm... 0:47 (lost verse) What I do is what I say, On Sutton Place or Broadway, What I am is what I know, In Harlem or in SoHo. Even in Grand Central Station, It's all be-bopulation. Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo... Why should I worry? Why should I care? I may not have a dime, But I got street savoir-faire. Why should I worry? Why should I care? It's just be-bopulation, And I got street savoire-faire. Uh-huh... The rhythm of the city, But once you get it down, (I said) You can own this town, You can wear the CROOOOOOOWWWWWWWWNNNN!!! Why should I worry? (Tell me!) Why should I care? (I said) I may not have a dime, (Oh!) But I got street savoire-faire. Why should I worry? Why should I care? It's just doo-wopulation, And I got street savoire-faire. (Everything goes, Everything fits!) They love me at the Chelsea, They adore me at the Ritz!! Why should I worry? Why should I care? And even when I cross that line, I got street savoire-faire! Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo... (I said) Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo... (Repeat ad lib until fade)
(howl)
Uh-huh...
One minute, I'm in Central Park...
Then I'm down on Delancey Street...
(Singin') From the Bowery to Saint Mark's...
There's a syncopated beat
(Said) Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo...
I'm street wise,
I can improvise...
(Said) Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo...
I'm street-smart,
I got New York City heart.
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
I may not have a dime,
But I got street savoir-faire.
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just be-bopulation
And I got street savoir-faire.
Hmmmm...
0:47 (lost verse)
What I do is what I say,
On Sutton Place or Broadway,
What I am is what I know,
In Harlem or in SoHo.
Even in Grand Central Station,
It's all be-bopulation.
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo...
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
I may not have a dime,
But I got street savoir-faire.
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just be-bopulation,
And I got street savoire-faire.
Uh-huh...
The rhythm of the city,
But once you get it down,
(I said) You can own this town,
You can wear the CROOOOOOOWWWWWWWWNNNN!!!
Why should I worry?
(Tell me!) Why should I care?
(I said) I may not have a dime,
(Oh!) But I got street savoire-faire.
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just doo-wopulation,
And I got street savoire-faire.
(Everything goes,
Everything fits!)
They love me at the Chelsea,
They adore me at the Ritz!!
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
And even when I cross that line,
I got street savoire-faire!
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo...
(I said) Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo...
(Repeat ad lib until fade)
Oliver and Company (1988)