New York, New York

Start spreading the news,
I’m leaving today
I wanna be a part of it,
New York, New York.

These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
And step around the heart of it,
New York, New York

I wanna wake up in the city,
That doesn’t sleep,
To find I’m king of the hill,
Top of the heap.

My little town blues
Are melting away
I’ll make a brand new start of it,
In old New York
If I can make it there,
I’d make it anywhere
It’s up to you,
New York, New York

New York, New York
I wanna wake up,
In the city that doesn’t sleep,
To find I’m king of the hill,
Head of the list
Cream of the crop
At the top of the heap

My little town blues
Are melting away
I’ll make a brand new start of it,
In old New York
If I can make it there,
I’d make it anywhere
Come on,
Come through New York, New York