lost my airpods in new york city

I was struttin’ down Fifth Avenue, feelin’ like a king, With my AirPods in, groovin’ to that country swing, But then a street vendor hollered, "Get your hot dogs here!" I turned my head and poof, my AirPods disappeared. I lost my AirPods in New York City, Where the rats are fat and the subways gritty, Now I’m hummin’ my tunes all alone, In a town where everyone’s glued to their phones. I searched Times Square and Central Park, Asked a hipster in Brooklyn, even tried the dark, Met a cabbie named Tony, said he’d seen ‘em last night, With a pigeon on Broadway, under a neon light. I lost my AirPods in New York City, Where the cabbies curse and the tourists are witty, Now I’m hummin’ my tunes all alone, In a town where everyone’s glued to their phones. From the Bronx to Staten Island, they’re nowhere to be found, Not in Little Italy or Chinatown, Even asked a mime in Washington Square, But all he did was shrug, like he didn’t care. I saw a rat with a hat, lookin’ kinda sly, Thought maybe he knew where my AirPods might lie, But he scurried away, down into the drain, Left me standin’ there, feelin’ kinda insane. I lost my AirPods in New York City, Where the skyscrapers loom and the nights are pretty, Now I’m hummin’ my tunes all alone, In a town where everyone’s glued to their phones. So if you’re in the city and you hear a tune, That’s just me singin’ under the moon, About the day I lost my AirPods in the Big Apple’s core, Guess I’ll stick to the honky-tonks, who could ask for more?