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Mary Rowell
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Mat Eisenstein
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Matthew Schechter
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Mineko Yajima
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Ray Kilday
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Steven Malone
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Suzanne Ornstein
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Tom Murray
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Trevor D. Neumann
Trevor D. Neumann
Флюгельгорн
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Алан Менкен
Алан Менкен
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Jack Feldman
Jack Feldman
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Харви Файерстин
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Danny Troob
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Michael Kosarin
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Steve Margoshes
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Алан Менкен
Алан Менкен
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Michael Kosarin
Michael Kosarin
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Frank Filipetti
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Chris Montan
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Brett Mayer
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Слова

[Intro]
You don't need money when you're famous
They gives you whatever you want
Gratis (Such as?)
[Verse 1]
A pair of new shoes with matching laces
Permanent box at the Sheepshead races
Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle
My personal puss on a wooden nickel
[Chorus]
Look at me, I'm the King of New York
Suddenly, I'm respectable
Staring right at you, lousy with stature
Nobbing with all the muckety-mucks
I'm blowing my dough and going deluxe
And there I'll be, ain't I pretty?
It's my city, I'm the King of New York
[Verse 2]
A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it
My very own bed and an indoor terlit
A barbershop haircut that cost a quarter
Regular beat for a star reporter
[Chorus]
Amscray, punk, she's the King of New York
Who'd have thunk, I'm the King of New York?
We were sunk, pale and pitiful
Bunch of 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
[Bridge]
I gotta be either dead or dreaming
'Cause look at that pape with my face beaming
Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it
But I was a star for one whole minute
[Outro]
Look at me, I'm the King of New York
Wait and see
This is gonna make both the Delancey's pee in their panties
Flash pots are shooting bright as the sun
I'm one highfalutin' son of a gun
I guarantee, though I crapped out
I ain't tapped out, I'm the King of New-
Friends they flee, let them ditch us
Snap one picture
You're the King of New-
History, front page story
Guts and glory
I'm the King
Of New York!
Written by: Alan Menken, Jack Feldman
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