New York woman, got the rich girl blues   She can do anything she wants   Can't find nothin' to do, she goes through bars   Like a prince of blue towers, yes, you do      New York woman, she got the penthouse view   I can see bad weather comin'   Storm clouds billowin' through   She drinks the Dom Perignon like it was a orange juice      Well, there's a cold front movin' in   Some real bad weather just around the bend   I'm thinkin' about migratin' south   There's a cold front movin' in      Awful woman's cookin'   It tastes like monkey stew   But she got the recipe   About the wine [Incomprehensible]      Now, there's a nip in the air   There's a chill in the thrill   Well, are we through?      Now, there's a cold front movin' in   Some real bad weather just around the bend   I'm thinkin' about migratin' south   There's a cold front movin' in      Get this      I'm just a yard dog   Unaccustomed to sleepin' by your fire   And momma if you put me out   I'll wake your neighbors howl and scratch and cry enough to die      High rise woman, she got a downtown view   Her daddy's head cook and bottle washer at a bank or two   She lives to shock her momma   And momma don't like you know, who?      Well, there's a cold front movin' in   Some real bad weather just around the bend   I'm thinkin' about migratin' south   There's a cold front movin' in, yeah      Now, there a cold front movin' in, frosty man, frosty   I said a cold front movin' in   There's a cold front   There's a cold front movin' in, ahh, yeah