Rebel Meets Rebel, Pantera, David Allan Coe - N.Y.C. Streets lyrics

I thought what was cool, was uh, rockin' Rita
Looking for a Dimebag, like
People who don't know who you are
Think it's some chick lookin' for dope

Exactly you know it's all about the lyrics
You know what I mean? Yeah, man
Yeah, I hear ya here we go

Cowboy junkies on the radio
Singin' some ol' funky tune
Time to change the station
He says: Stop the car let me out

I say hey dude what's that all about
The artist formally known as
Man, that's insane purple Rain, hey dude
Cut me some slack what's his new name

Bridge, man

New York City streets horns blowin'
I don't care people goin' God knows where

Freaks on the corner hair dyed blue
Lookin' at me but I'm lookin' at you

I wonder what am I doin' here
What am I doin' here

Whiskey signs flashin' in my mind
Time to get loaded and get out of this town

Pantera on the Marquee
Better stay one more day
Iron Maiden, Motorhead
Fuck, heavy metal ain't dead

Hey dude what's that you said
Rockin' Rita lookin' for a Dimebag
What's up with that dude
Ah, turn the music up turn the music up

Go to the bridge, now

New York City streets horns blowin'
People goin' God knows where i don't care

Freaks on the corner hair dyed blue
Lookin' at me and I'm lookin' at you

What am I doin' here
God, what am I doin' here
You say your name is

Hey dude
Check it out i got this tape by some
Friends of mine, called Punk Jack ey, good
You gotta hear these guys they
Ain't got no record
Deal what difference does that
Make? You don't need a record deal
Motherfucker - listen to the music, dude

Fuckin' A, dude