Song parody of
New York Boy
by Neil Diamond
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New York City, look at me now
Being stared at from behind the plow
Mississippi, don't get annoyed
I ain't no hippie, just a New York boy
Didn't want the mayor to come
Or a big brass band to greet me
But then the reception I got
Well it wasn't what I had in mind
People gawkin' at me
Like I'm talkin' strange
Me, I ain't much better
'Cause I'm thinkin' the same
Hey boy
New York City, look at me now
Being stared at from behind the plow
Mississippi, don't get annoyed
I ain't no hippie, just a New York boy
Sayin' why'all and eatin' on grits
Talkin' as slow as molasses
And all the time just pointing at me
And the hair growin' over my ears
Gets my mind to wondering
Just who's right and who's wrong
I guess if they'll get used to the sideburns
I'll get used to the corn
Hey boy
New York City, look at me now
Being stared at from behind the plow
Mississippi, don't get annoyed
I ain't no hippie, just a New York boy
New York City, look at me now
Being stared at from behind the plow
Mississippi, don't get annoyed
I ain't no hippie, just a New York boy
New York City look at me now
New York City, look at me now
Being stared at from behind the plow
Mississippi, don't get annoyed
I ain't no hippie, just a New York boy
Didn't want the mayor to come
Or a big brass band to greet me
But then the reception I got
Well it wasn't what I had in mind
People gawkin' at me
Like I'm talkin' strange
Me, I ain't much better
'Cause I'm thinkin' the same
Hey boy
New York City, look at me now
Being stared at from behind the plow
Mississippi, don't get annoyed
I ain't no hippie, just a New York boy
Sayin' why'all and eatin' on grits
Talkin' as slow as molasses
And all the time just pointing at me
And the hair growin' over my ears
Gets my mind to wondering
Just who's right and who's wrong
I guess if they'll get used to the sideburns
I'll get used to the corn
Hey boy
New York City, look at me now
Being stared at from behind the plow
Mississippi, don't get annoyed
I ain't no hippie, just a New York boy
New York City, look at me now
Being stared at from behind the plow
Mississippi, don't get annoyed
I ain't no hippie, just a New York boy
New York City look at me now