Start spreading
The news
You're leaving today
Tell 'em 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 you're
King of the hill
Top of the heap!
Your small-town blues
They're melting away
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
Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-do-do-day
Ba-ba-ba-ba-dop
Bop-ba-da-ba-bop!
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 bet!
''A'' number one
King of the hill
Your/These
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 folks!
You always
Make it there
You make it anywhere!
Come on
Come through
New York
New York
New York... !