A Song

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 stray
And step around the heart of it
New York, New York.

I want to wake up in a city,
That doesn’t sleep,
To find I’m king of the hill- ah-
Top of the heap.

My little town blues
Are melting away
I’m gonna 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 want to wake up in a city,
That doesn’t sleep,
To find I’m king of the hill,
Head of the list,
Cream of the crop
At top of the heap.

My little town blues
Are melting away
I’m gonna 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.

3 Comments

  1. Jeanne
    Posted 4/29/2005 at 5:13 pm | Permalink

    Give my regards to Broadway.
    Remember me to Herald Square.
    Tell all the gang a forty-second street
    That Elaine and I will soon be there.

  2. Abby
    Posted 4/30/2005 at 8:18 pm | Permalink

    It’s the end of the world as we know it…

  3. Norah Jones
    Posted 4/30/2005 at 11:07 pm | Permalink

    New York City, such a beautiful disease