In Istanbul you feel the pulse of the city,
A city, like Alexandrea, like New York,
Vendors pushing barrows, McDonalds,
The trams scream out “I’m modern”
The people whisper “we’re ancient ”
In Istanbul the men fish from the new road bridge,
The way they did 1000 years ago,
We’re not moving, they say with each cast of the rod.
The cars buzz, one million cars all buzzing,
They replaced carts with cars and left the rules alone.
In Istanbul you can hear the call to prayer,
And they answer, but not before stocking up on their supply of Viagra
Mini skirts are rarer than burkas, but not much,
The streets are paved with honour and respect and men trying to sell boat trips,
In Istanbul you can feel the pulse of the city,
Mosques meet hotels, ancient obelisks tower over the subway,
In Istanbul you can taste the Turkish Delight.