Oh little town of New New York
How still we see thee lie
Within thy clear pneumatic tubes
No commuters whizzing by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting light
The glowing lines of neon signs
Illuminate the night

For commerce never pauses
And gathered in array
While humans sleep the billboards keep
Their logos on display
Oh TV screens, together
Proclaim the things of worth
And praises keen to Mom the Queen
Of all the sots on Earth!