New York, New York

Start spreading the news I am leaving today I want to be a part of it New York, New York These vagabond shoes They are longing to stray Right through the very heart of it New York, New York I want to wake up in that city That doesn't sleep And find I'm king of the hill Top of the heap My little town blues They are melting away I gonna make a brand new start 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 that city That never sleeps And find I'm king of the hill Top of the list Head of the heap King of the hill These are little town blues They have all melted away I am about to make a brand new start of it Right there in old New York And you bet [Incomprehensible] baby If I can make it there You know, I'm gonna make it just about anywhere Come on, come through New York, New York, New York