Why Should I Worry

One minute I'm in Central Park Then I'm down on Delancey Street From the Bowery to St Marks There's a syncopated beat Said whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo I'm streetwise, I can improvise Said whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo I'm streetsmart, I've 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 bebopulation And I got street savoir-faire The rhythm of the city But once you get it down Said you can own this town You can wear the crown 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 doobopulation And I got street savoir-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 savoir-faire Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo