The Empire State The RCA The Chrysler Building so tall And so grey When you’re walking down the street In New York And you haven’t got a friend in town Then a funny thing can happen A funny thing can happen When you look at all the buildings All around A funny thing can happen A funny thing can happen If you let those lonely buildings Get you down You get the skyscraper blues The skyscraper blues You get the feeling They’re hemming you in The Empire State The RCA The Chrysler Building so tall And so grey They’re looming bold and high Against the cold, grey sky And a funny thing can happen A funny thing can happen If you let those lonely buildings Get you down You get the skyscraper blues The tall building blues The wind comes whipping ‘round them With a moan It’s murder to lose Those skyscraper blues When you walk in New York Alone A million faces swarm All around you You search them for a friendly smile or two But they’re only empty faces That surround you And you know They’re as lonesome as you You’ve got the skyscraper blues The tall building blues The wind comes whipping 'round you With a moan Yes, it’s murder to lose Those skyscraper blues When you walk in New York Alone
The Empire State The RCA The Chrysler Building so tall And so grey When you’re walking down the street In New York And you haven’t got a friend in town Then a funny thing can happen A funny thing can happen When you look at all the buildings All around A funny thing can happen A funny thing can happen If you let those lonely buildings Get you down You get the skyscraper blues The skyscraper blues You get the feeling They’re hemming you in The Empire State The RCA The Chrysler Building so tall And so grey They’re looming bold and high Against the cold, grey sky And a funny thing can happen A funny thing can happen If you let those lonely buildings Get you down You get the skyscraper blues The tall building blues The wind comes whipping ‘round them With a moan It’s murder to lose Those skyscraper blues When you walk in New York Alone A million faces swarm All around you You search them for a friendly smile or two But they’re only empty faces That surround you And you know They’re as lonesome as you You’ve got the skyscraper blues The tall building blues The wind comes whipping 'round you With a moan Yes, it’s murder to lose Those skyscraper blues When you walk in New York Alone
