New York, New York

Start spreading the news, you're leaving today, tell me, Frank I want to be a part of it, New York, New York Your vagabond shoes, they are longing to stray And step around the heart of it, New York, New York I wanna wake up in that city, that doesn't sleep And find your king of the hill, top of the heap Your small town blues, they're melting away I'm gonna make a brand-new start of it, in old New York You always make it there, you make it anywhere It's up to you, New York, New York In New York, New York I wanna wake up in that city, that doesn't sleep And find I'm king of the hill, top of the list You're that a number one, king of the hill (Your) these, oh, little town blues, they have all melted away And I'm gonna make a brand-new start of it, right there in old New York You better believe it, bro You always make it there, you make it anywhere Come on, come through, New York, New York New York