Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters (Part 2)

[Verse] I used to think that New York City Fell from grace with God And innocence abroad Waged a war for the underdog When the snow falls And Central Park looks like a Christmas card I just looked beyond the bagman And the madness that makes this city hard I heard a basketball Somewhere out beyond a chain link fence Inner city prisoners Argue for the right of self defense But there's a fast break And every work of art wakes something in the soul Just focus on the brush strokes And the bouquets that the dancers hold [Chorus] Spanish Harlem still sounds good to me Yeah Mona Lisa's getting older Standing in the shadow of Miss Liberty While I walk along the west side Down through Little Italy Searching for the city That took away the kid in me [Chorus] Spanish Harlem still sounds good to me Yeah Mona Lisa's getting older Standing in the shadow of Miss Liberty While I walk along the west side Down through Little Italy Searching for the city That took away the kid in me [Chorus] Spanish Harlem still sounds good to me Yeah Mona Lisa's getting older Standing in the shadow of Miss Liberty While I walk along the west side Down through Little Italy Searching for the city That took away the kid in me