Murray Hill has found its Springsteen and he has made his "Born to Run." (The Jersey legislature famously nearly made that song the state's anthem, until they realized "It's a death trap/ It's a suicide rap" referred to the Garden State. "The Murray Hill Song" might be a little more inside baseball than anything the Boss has written, but the five-minute ditty neatly encapsulates the tenor of our times — well, if you are a self-entitled MH-dweller who hangs at the Joshua Tree and grew up on Long Island spending the summer on teen tours. Most neighborhoods inspire some sort of civic pride in its residents; Murray Hill is an exception.
The rhymes in "The Murray Hill Song" are, well, nearly limericks, but lines like, "Girl I know you want that real estate lawyer, but there's no need for an eating disorder," are pure gold. The denouement: "I was leaving Murray Hill for an East Village loft, but my family lost its money because of Bernie Madoff."