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.
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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.
It’s the end of the world as we know it…
New York City, such a beautiful disease