I Happen to Like New York

I happen to like New York, I happen to love this town

I like the city air, I like to drink of it

The more I see New York, the more I think of it

I like the sight and the sound and even the stink of it

I happen to like New York

I like to go to Battery Park and watch the liners booming in

I often ask myself why should it be

That they come so far across the sea?

I suppose it's because they all agree with me

They happen to like New York

Last Sunday afternoon, I took a trip to Hackensack

But after I gave Hackensack the once over

I took the next train back

I happen to like New York

And oh, the Easter Show at the Music Hall

A perfect delight

And oh, pastrami on rye at the Carnegie Deli

There's joy in each pie

And Madison Square for a Friday night fight

Or a walk along Broadway to guest at the lights

And at Carnegie Hall where the atmosphere's right

Life at the lights, at the night

I happen to like New York, I happen to love this burg

And when I have to give the world my last farewell

And the undertaker comes to ring my funeral bell

I don't wanna go to heaven, don't wanna go to (unverified)

I happen to like New York, I happen to like New York

I happen to like New York