Mo Troper – The Only Living Goy in New York Lyrics

The Only Living Goy in New York Lyrics

I walked for what felt like a million miles
To the liquor store
It was raining so hard that I fell out of style
The only living goy in New York

Back at the crash spot I indulged my habits
Then fell asleep on the floor
I took my best shot but I’m so out of practice
The only living goy in New York

I’m an imposter
Swollen with conceit and desire
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong anywhere else, either

I looked through the peephole with the lord as my witness
And saw you in your red shorts
In line for a bagel I fеlt so embarrassed
The only living goy in Nеw York
The only living goy in New York