Alfred sighed the meeting in New York could not be moving any slower. Ludwig or Germany was talking about something. Liberty Jones, the state of New York, ran into the room and grabbed her dad's hand.
"Dad we need you now."
"Kay," Alfred or America stood and ran out with his daughter.
"America you twat get back here." England yelled after him.
Germany sighed, "Let's get America back then we will resume the meeting."
England, France, Hungary, Austria, Prussia, Germany, and Italy set out to catch America and the mystery girl that dragged him out of the meeting. Alfred and Liberty looked back, and spotted the countries coming after them. They smiled, hopped up on a taxi and started singing.
One minute we're in Central Park
Then we're down on Delancey Street
From the Bow'ry to St Marks
There's a syncopated beat
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
We're streetwise
We can improvise
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
We're streetsmart
We've got New York City heart
They hopped off the taxi, then hopped on top of multiple cars, and landed on top of a cement mixer. The other countries slow in trying to catch up to the main "New Yorkers", Italy and Germany were lost after hopping on a car going the wrong way.
Why should we worry?
Why should we care?
We may not have a dime
But we got street savoire faire
Why should we worry?
Why should we care?
It's just bebopulation
And we got street saviore faire
Alfred and Liberty slid down the cute, hit a fire hydrant and cleaned off their shoes. France, Hungary and Austria got caught in the wet cement that was poured. The rhythm of the city
But once you get it down
Then you can own this town
You can wear the crown
Alfred ad Liberty ran off weaving through the crowds and the streetvenders. Prussia was left alone lost in the hustle and bustle Why should we worry?
Why should we care?
We may not have a dime
But we got street savoire faire
Why should we worry?
Why should we care?
It's just bebopulation
And we got street saviore faire
England chased them to a piano being raised up to the roof by a rope. Alfred smiled at the ladies and sang… Ev'rything goes
Ev'rything fits
They love me at the Chelsea
They adore me at the Ritz
Liberty pulled Alfred's hand, they fell, sliding on the awning and landing perfectly on the ground. England tried to copy what they did, and failed instead he fell through the awning, then landing in the fruit-stand. Alfred and Liberty turned to England, smirked, and left him with a final verse before running off. Why should we worry?
Why should we care?
And even when we cross that line
We got street savoire faire.
The countries then found out that faithful day, never try to catch a New Yorker in their own home, because they now the land like the back of their hand.