Hey there Nessy stop looking so sad.
You know the fall will be here soon.
And the temperatures will drop.
The humidity will stop.
New York is such a lonely place when you’re stuck inside a room.

But until then Friedrich can lend
His helping hand to keep us cool.
But despite the burning heat
The city never sleeps.
Soon the buildings rising up will be blocking out the moon.

Friday night when the whistle blows
We’re standing alone.
The city streets are echoing
Where has everybody gone?

They’ve left on a weekend exodus,
For the townships of Bridgehampton, south, east and west.
Plunging the city in a state of emptiness.
We’re stuck in New York in the summertime.

Hey sweet Nessy, take hold of my hand,
Tonight we’re dining at Nobu.
And don’t be so surprised,
If there ain’t no wait in line,
And the maitre-d’s now treating us like a duchess and a duke.

Speeding up Sixth avenue
We jump the yellow lights.
She whispers softly in my ear
This feels like paradise.

‘Cause they’ve left on a weekend exodus,
For the townships of Bridgehampton, south, east and west.
Nessy we can breath now despite the mugginess.
We’re stuck in New York in the summertime.
You know Nessy it’s what I always had in mind.

They’re returning the city to a state of craziness
A New York summer Sunday afternoon.
Why are they always coming back so soon?
Hey there Nessy stop looking so sad.