Last year, my mom engineered a grand family trip culminating in two days in New York City. I was looking forward to it, and we had a whole lot of fun, but I must confess these worries - to the tune of Chapel of Love - ran through my head as we were attempting to navigate the city traffic...
Goin' to the Apple
I am here.
The streets are packed.
I don't know
Just how to act.
Today's the day
I'll be attacked,
And I'll never vacation anymore.
Because I'm
Goin' to the Apple and I'm
Finding it scary.
Goin' to the Apple and I'm
Finding it scary.
Gee, I sure love Broadway, but I'm
Finding it scary.
Goin' to the place where they shove.
Cars will honk.
The bums will beg.
Food will cost an
Arm and leg.
I'll get a bump
Big as an egg
And I'll never vacation anymore.
Because I'm
Goin' to the Apple and I'm
Finding it scary.
Goin' to the Apple and I'm
Finding it scary.
Gee, I sure love Broadway, but I'm
Finding it scary.
Goin' to the place where they shove.
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