New York, New York

Start spreading the news,
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it,
New York, New York.

These vagabond shoes,
are longing to stay,
Right through 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 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