BAD BOYS FROM NEW YORK
I know this cat from back home
Who left with two fists full of change
Hung his hat in the wild west
In some Arizona mountain range
The locals say Diablo
Is a six gun full of fun
But I know the real deal
He's all about the hit and run
Although they say that cat's eyes
Go along with a Cheshire grin
When you're a bad boy from New York
You know you're always gonna win
A blackbird rides the jet stream
To the Gulf of Mexico
'Cause the lawyers and the police
Gave him no choice but to go
In a self-defensive frenzy
He opened up somebody's head
With the writing on the wall
He had to change the life he led
There's many tales of glory
Beneath this tattooed skin
When you're a bad boy from New York
You know you're always gonna win
A biker named Apache
Was a demon in the night
Until a scuffle in a bar room
They were reading him his rights
A gangster in a cell block
Can turn a young man dead and cold
Some perceive him to be evil
But he's got a heart of gold
We knew him as the monster
When we fought through thick and thin
When you're a bad boy from New York
You know you're always gonna win
Lyrics by Doug Gordon 2003
Music by The Doug Gordon Band 2005