New York New York

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

and step around the heart of it

New York, New York

I wanna wake up in that city, that doesn’t sleep,

to find I’m king of the hill, top of the heap.

My little town blues,

are melting away

I’ll make a brand new start of it

in old New York

if I can make it there,

I’d make it anywhere

it’s up to you

New York, New York

I wanna wake up, in that city that doesn’t sleep,

to find I’m king of the hill, head of the list

cream of the crop at the top of the list

My little town blues... are melting away

I’ll make a brand new start of it,

in old New York

if I can make it there,

I’d make it anywhere

it’s up to you,

New York New York