In New York, you can be a new man. No shit.
In New York, you can be a new man. No shit.
WDERP is the radio station in my head (KDERP on the West Coast). Right now, the program manager or DJ, whoever does programming, is in love with the music from the musical "Alexander Hamilton" and playing it constantly.
Here's what I hear:
How does an bastard, orphan son of a whore and a Scotsman,
Dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean,
By Providence, impoverished, in squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
The ten dollar, founding father without a father, went a lot farther,....
And a few more lines. And then back to:
How does an bastard, orphan son of a whore and a Scotsman...
Alternating with:
In New York, you can be a new man!
In New York, you can be a new man!
In New York!
New York!
In New York!
New York!
Just you wait!
OK, I've got it.
In New York, you can be a new man! etc.
Thank you.
In New York, you can be a new man! etc.
Can we move on now?
In New York, you can be a new man! etc.
OK, I've got it.
In New York! New York! New York! New York!
Right. I've got it. New York is great. You ...
In New York! New York! New York! New York!
... you can be a what? What did you say? A new fucking man? Thank you very much.
Just you wait!
Really, I cannot wait.
Oh, yeah, I forgot.
How does a bastard, orphan, ....
Gahh!!!!