City Of Blue Stories

He looks pretty good for his age
Looks pretty good for this time of the morning
He saw that sly-eyed girl checkin him out in her trench coat
little miss agent incognito
This bar-tending job is only a phase
He's been sayin that so long it's like he's taking inventory
But you know, you've got to believe in yourself or nobody else will
And in his heart, he knows he's the next DeNiro
C: In the city of blue stories
In the city of blue stories
In the city of blue stories
It's a new morning
He reminds her of someone she's seen
Could be that guy -- what's his name? -- she's seen him in the movies
She asks him for a beer and he gives her this sneer that makes her
think of Elvis Presley
Or, it could be Jimmy Dean
But her vision's gettin blurry and she's feeling kinda woozy
She says, "What time you get off work?"
He says, "You talkin to me?"
She says, "Yeah, baby, I can tell that you're not boring"
(Chorus)
Now if we were in Hollywood
Our heroes would be heading for a little
R-rated satisfaction
But this ain't no lights, camera, action
This is Manhattan
So they go down to an all-night diner on Tenth Avenue
Sit there drinkin coffee with the drag queens and the prostitutes
And he tells her about the time he played a cop on an episode of Cheers
And she tells him how secretly she's been taking tap classes for years
And how she's practically in show biz anyway, cause she's workin
Midtown for this entertainment lawyer
And the sun rises over the East River in a haze of faded glory
(Chorus)