One minute I'm in Central Park.. Then I'm down on Delancey Street.. Said from the Bow'ry to St Mark's.. There's a syncopated beat. Right.. I said Whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo.. I'm streetwise.. I can improvise.. I said Whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo.. I'm streetsmart.. I've got New York City heart.. Why should I worry?. Why should I care?. I may not have a dime.. But I got street savoir faire.. Why should I worry?. Why should I care?. It's just be-bopulation.. And I got street savoir faire.. The rhythm of the city.. But once you get it down.. Said then you can own this town.. You can wear the crown!. Why should I worry? Tell me.. Why should I care?. I Said I may not have a dime. Oh!. But I got street savoir faire.. Why should I worry?. Why should I care?. It's just doo-wopulation.. And I got street savoir faire.. Ev'rything goes.. Ev'rything fits.. They love me at the Chelsea!. They adore me at the Ritz!. Why should I worry?. Why should I care?. And even when I cross that line.. I got street savoir faire.. I said Whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo.. I said Whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo.. Whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo