The Apple Stretching - Grace Jones

The sun comes swaggering across the harbour

And kisses the lady waiting in the narrows

She already plenty shaky stands there

Blushing, clutching the torch of liberty

Uptown Luigi who dont speak english so good

Is having an accident

Backing his dumptruck into the fence

The tin cans go clattering down the lane

A drowsy bum thinks its thunder

And pulls the news over his head to stop the rain

No, it ain’t judgement day

No, it ain’t Armageddon

It’s just the apple stretching and yawning, just morning

New York putting it’s feet on the floor

It’s just the apple stretching and yawning, just morning

New York putting it’s feet on the floor

Suburban refugees fleeing the cracked cisterns

Worm ridden fruit trees stream out Grand Central

Please to be breathing bagels and pollution

In Time Square new graffiti, old revolutions

A bag lady is cursing the waiter for giving her a free coffee

Lucky he’s a Jesus freak moonlighting

At the Acme discount store over in Queens

The burglar alarm starts to scream

A cop picks out his gun fires one and yells, «FREEZE!»

No, it ain’t Worl War Four

No, it ain’t World War Four

It’s just the apple stretching and yawning, just morning

New York putting its feet on the floor

Nearby the Hudson a hooker makes a 'U'

To help a blind man to his pew in the park

Some long ago home training jars the memory

The bag lady says 'Thank you' and curties

The herd of beaten tourists limp homeward

Having bitten off more than they could chew

Moaning them old big city blues

Miss Liberty depicts her qualms and grins

Another subway starts rattling

And Luigi’s cans go clattering down the hill

No, it ain’t some kind of ill wind

No, it ain’t the world coming to an end

Just the apple stretching and yawning, just morning

New York putting its feet on the floor