Trip to New York Between Bleeker and MacDougal There are many small cafes All I wanted were some drugs But he left for Santa Fe. Above New York, a sky of gloom The rain just falls in Granmercy; The Statue makes an order-- For Liberty or Extasy? In summertime, they eat peyote; LSD they eat all spring. It's bizarre, all the numbers That fill the notebook that I bring. At night in Central Park, The sky's a blue expanse of glass. Again, my manager's the fool-- He forgot to bring the grass. And the winds of Brighton Beach Play duets of immigrant smells-- I'll go have a shot of vodka To better wash down the pills. Inspiration's worn me out-- The grass-snake slithering by. So how to live without cocaine? Eight fine ladies, and only I. I'll live my days out in Russia-- The job they've given me, so I find. But you go, brother, to Manhattan, And there you'll open up your mind.Edit
So I took some major liberties here. I just think only rhyme can convey the pleasantly wasted quality of the song, and not forced rhyme either. So I made some parts up.