New York, New York

Fred Ebb John Kander

Start spreading the news: I’m leaving today
I want to be part of it: New York, New York!
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
Right trough the very heart of it:
New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city that doesn’t sleep
And find I’m king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues are melting away
I’ll make a brand new of it in old New York
If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you, New York, New York
New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps
And find I’m A-number-1, top of the list
King of the hill, A-number-1
These little town blues are melting away
I’ll make a brand new of it in old New York
If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you, New York, New York