Julian, King Of Manhattan

Oh, Julian
I hope when I grow up I'm like you
Oh, Julian
Coolest motherfucker in the room

Ditch the band
Let's go get stoned
You don't even have to walk me home
Just teach me everything you know

Teleport to New York on a Tuesday night
Wanna see how the city looks through your eyes
You and your leather jacket
You're the king of Manhattan
Wanna walk in your shoes
Wanna share your mind
Dive bar, bum a smoke if you need a light
I always got some matches
Ain't rock n roll romantic?

Oh, Julian
I get lonely sometimes just like you
Oh, Julian
They don't understand you like I do

Ditch your plans
Let's see the Mets
Don't like sports but I'll pretend
I'm just happy that we're friends

Teleport to New York on a Tuesday night
Wanna see how the city looks through your eyes
You and your leather jacket
You're the king of Manhattan
Wanna walk in your shoes
Wanna share your mind
Dive bar, bum a smoke if you need a light
I always got some matches
Ain't rock n roll romantic?

Ain't rock n roll romantic?
Julian, you're so—