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 wanna 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'll make a brand new start of it,
New York, New York.
If I can make it there,
I'll make it anywhere,
It's up to you,
New York, New York.
New York, New York,
New York!
I want to wake up in a city,
That never sleeps.
And find I'm a number one,
Top of the list,
King of the hill!
A number one!
These little town blues,
Are melting away,
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it,
In old New York.
And if I can make it there,
I'm gonna make it anywhere!
It up to you,
New York, New York!
. . . . New York!
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