Times Square is a 1980 film starring Trini Alvarado, Robin Johnson, and Tim Curry. The plot of the film essentially embodies a punk rock ethic - misunderstood youth forming a band and, through music, articulating their frustrations toward adult authority, personified in the film as parents, the medical establishment, and politicians. In terms of themes and plot, Times Square can be seen as a precursor to director Allan Moyle's later film Pump Up the Volume (1990).
The film is about two teenage runaways, Nicky Marotta (Robin Johnson) from a poor family and Pamela Pearl (Trini Alvarado) from a rich family, living in New York City. After escaping from a hospital (where they are being examined for mental illness), Nicky and Pamela link up with sympathetic disc jockey Johnny LaGuardia (Tim Curry). The two girls form an underground punk rock band, The Sleez Sisters, and become a hit with the city's disillusioned youth after broadcasting their volatile songs and speeches on LaGuardia's radio station. The climax of the film features all the fans of The Sleez Sisters congregating in the streets of New York's Times Square for a rooftop concert.
In a tired part of the city
Hiding from the fast talk
Watch 'don't walk' to 'walk'
Easy when you're dreaming
Staring at the movies
Standing in a circle,
Laughing at the wrong time.
If alcohol could take me there.
I'd take a shot a minute
And be there by the hour.
Take a walk around times square
With a pistol in my suitcase
And my eyes on the tv.
In a car taking a back seat
Staring out the window
Thinking about danger.
Playing in a wrong world
Fighting? but I'm not free.
Talking on the telephone
Talking about you and me.
If jesus christ could take me here
I'd fall dawn on my knees,
Have no questions to his answers.
Take a walk around times square
With a pistol in my suitcase
And my eyes on the tv.
Alcohol could take me there.
I'd take a shot a minute
And be there by the hour.
Take a walk around times square
With a pistol in my suitcase
And my eyes on the tv.
And if I die gaining my senses
Wake up in a hotel
In a tired part of the city
Hiding from the fast talk
Watch 'Don't walk' to 'Walk'
Easy when you're dreaming
Staring at the movies
Standing in a circle,
Laughing at the wrong time.
If alcohol could take me there.
I'd take a shot a minute
And be there by the hour.
Take a walk around Times Square
With a pistol in my suitcase
And my eyes on the TV.
In a car taking a back seat
Staring out the window
Thinking about danger.
Playing in a wrong world
Fighting but I'm not free.
Talking on the telephone
Talking about you and me.
If Jesus Christ could take me here
I'd fall dawn on my knees,
Have no questions to His answers.
Take a walk around Times Square
With a pistol in my suitcase
And my eyes on the TV.
Alcohol could take me there.
I'd take a shot a minute
And be there by the hour.
Take a walk around Times Square
With a pistol in my suitcase
And my eyes on the TV.
And if I die gaining my senses
Wake up in a hotel
What can I, what can I do for you, honey?
Buy you a coffee? Lend you some money?
Walk you to Times Square, walk to the moon? What can I, what can I, what
Can I do what can I do?
Oh, it's been a long time, but it's been about right. You're looking like
You need a kiss or a fight.
Without my love you don't know how to live.
Is there somebody, somebody else who could make it worth it?
Somebody else? Somebody else? Somebody else?
And I know you're alone, most of the day.
I know you spend night the very same way.
I know you're not with somebody new, I won't break his heart to fix you.
And I think, and I prey, about last September.
As time goes by, I barely remember.
And I know you say you would change that night.
But I was never yours, and you're no longer mine.
Oh, I'd like to kiss you, but my lips are purple.
And I'd like to love you, but our love is spent.
And we wasted our wishes, hurt our best friends, made a home in heart ache,
And now can't pay the rent.
So, what can I, what can I do for you, honey?
I'm not a movie star, pretty play bunny.
I'm just a lucky hack fooling myself.
If you want perfection look to somebody else.
Somebody else, somebody else, somebody else.
And I know you're alone, most of the day.
I know you spend night the very same way.
I know you're not with somebody new.
I won't break his heart to fix you.
And I think, and I prey, about last September.
As time goes by, I barely remember.
And I know you say you would change that night.
But I was never yours and you're no longer mine.
So, what can I, what can I do for you, honey?
Buy you a coffee? Lend you some money?
Walk you to Times Square, walk to the moon?
What can I, what can I, what can I, what can I, what can I, what can I,
What can I, what can I, what can I, what can I do?