Well, we’re heading over the Brooklyn Bridge now
Our engine sputters and comes to a halt
And the cars around us clench their wheels in anger
Against the sparkling asphalt

You say, “You should have filled the tank up back in Jersey!”
I say, “I would have but the gas gage doesn’t work!”
Now the cars are backed up for miles and miles
As we get a ticket from an NYPD parking clerk

Chorus:
Lisa, I'm sorry I brought you to New York City
I'm sorry you're having a bad time
The buildings strech so high
And the skyline's so pretty
Maybe you'd have a better time of it
If you could just stop complaining

Well, our friends we’re staying with they just got married
After three days with us they’re threatening divorce
They offered us free tickets to see the Sox play the Yankees
But you told them, “We don’t like sports!”

I was scared half to death at the Life Café
There was a Pit Bull in the vestibule by the door
He was chewing on the remains of a bacon double cheeseburger
And he looked like he wanted something more

Chorus

We headed south to a restaurant by the river
Our waitress danced with candles on her head
She tripped on your bag
And the highlights of your hair turned a brilliant fiery red

You sprinted all the way out to the front door
Were you crying out in anger or in pain?
You stepped outside
And your hair was extinguished
By the sweet summer rain

Lisa, I'm sorry I brought you to New York City
I'm sorry you're having a bad time
The buildings strech so high
And the skyline's so pretty
Maybe you'd have a better time of it
If it would just stop raining