King of New York

Ya don't need money when you're famous They gives ya whatever ya want gratis! Such as? A pair o' new shoes with matchin' laces A permanent box at the Sheepshead Races Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle My personal puss on a wooden nickel Look at me I'm the king of New York! Suddenly, I'm respectable Starin' right at'cha, lousy with stature Nobbin' with all the muckety-mucks I'm blowin' my dough and goin' deluxe And there I be! Ain't I pretty? It's my city I'm the king of New York A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it My very own bed and an indoor terlet A barbershop haircut that cost a quarter A regular beat for the star reporter Am-scray, punk! She's the king of New York! Whod'a thunk! I'm the king of New York! We was sunk, pale, and pitiful Bun'cha wet noodles, Pulitzer's poodles Almost about to drown in the drink When she fished us out And drowned us in ink! So let's get drunk! Yeah! Not with liquor, fame works quicker When you're king of New York I gotta be either dead or dreamin' 'Cause look at that pape with my face beamin' Tomorrow, they may wrap fishes in it But I was a star for one whole minute! Look at me I'm the king of New York! Wait and see! This is gonna make both the Delanceys Pee in their pant-sies Flashpots are shootin' bright as a sun! I'm one highfallutin' son of a gun! I guarantee Though I crapped out, I ain't tapped out! I'm the king of New- Friends may flee, let 'em ditch 'ya! Snap one pit'cha, you're the king of New- History! Front page story, guts and glory I'm the king Of New York!