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 stray 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'm 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 These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York I want to wake up in a city, that never sleeps To find I'm a number one, head of the list, Cream of the crop at the top of the heap. These 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'm gonna make it anywhere It's up to you, New York, New York